i get up, i get up [CLOSED/INCOMPLETE]
Characters: Phonos & Makaria
Date/Time: The morning of February 14th.
Location: Their apartment.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: References to sexual content, maybe? idk.
Summary: Phonos and Makaria wake up in bed, married.
Phonos awoke slowly, much like any other day, his thoughts of the present piecing together individually as the haze of his fatigue lifted away. As he slowly opened his eyes to gaze up at the ceiling, however, his mind dully began to realize that something was wrong. He lifted a hand to run through his hair and immediately shifted to sit up, finding himself surprisingly nude, something which was not a common act for him.
Sitting up to rest his bare back on the headboard, he glanced down beside him to see a sleeping figure there, with a bundle of black hair hiding her face; luckily, the sheet covered most of her form. He sat silently for a long stretch before he reached up with the opposite hand to scrub at his eyes. Glancing down to the side of the bed, two things stood out: the black titanium wedding band sitting there and the display that told him today's date was 2031. Clearly something larger was amiss.
Still, no solution presented itself automatically, so he waited in silence for the other form to awake, hoping she might be able to offer some kind of explanation.
Date/Time: The morning of February 14th.
Location: Their apartment.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: References to sexual content, maybe? idk.
Summary: Phonos and Makaria wake up in bed, married.
Phonos awoke slowly, much like any other day, his thoughts of the present piecing together individually as the haze of his fatigue lifted away. As he slowly opened his eyes to gaze up at the ceiling, however, his mind dully began to realize that something was wrong. He lifted a hand to run through his hair and immediately shifted to sit up, finding himself surprisingly nude, something which was not a common act for him.
Sitting up to rest his bare back on the headboard, he glanced down beside him to see a sleeping figure there, with a bundle of black hair hiding her face; luckily, the sheet covered most of her form. He sat silently for a long stretch before he reached up with the opposite hand to scrub at his eyes. Glancing down to the side of the bed, two things stood out: the black titanium wedding band sitting there and the display that told him today's date was 2031. Clearly something larger was amiss.
Still, no solution presented itself automatically, so he waited in silence for the other form to awake, hoping she might be able to offer some kind of explanation.