Dream [006] Javert, White Day, and Romance- Not a nightmare
It isn't unusual for Naomi's dreams to take place in her lab, but there is a glaring difference within her most sacred of places today. Though just as cleanly and organized as ever, the new edition is a large and very cluttered desk, confined to a single corner of her lab. With papers scattered about the top, the new piece of furniture looks very out of place in the immaculate laboratory that Naomi is so proud of.
Yet even more abnormal is the figure sitting hunched over said desk, pen scratching wildly across the surface with his dark gaze fixed intently upon his work. The intruder is none other than Inspector Javert, looking completely absorbed in his paperwork despite the different surroundings.
Without warning, Naomi strides quickly into the room. There's a small white and red apron tied around her thin waist, hanging uselessly over her lab coat, and a large tray balancing between her small hands. Just as strange as it is to see the stony man sitting so comfortably in her home, the happy smile on her face is even curiouser.
The image is way too domestic. Especially for a woman like Naomi.
She moves to stand beside her guest, setting the tray down carefully on top of his work to halt any progress he intended to make that morning. The tray is loaded with freshly-made breakfast, steak and eggs, prepared carefully by the woman herself. The meat is slightly pinker than what may be considered healthy.
Naomi beams smugly anyway.
As the plate slides under his pen, Javert barely stops himself short from jabbing ink into his meal. His head whips up in a near-audible snap to arch a dark brow in a clear challenge. He casts an accusing stare to the plate in front of him, then looks to the right. No, that corner of his desk is covered from inch to inch. Left--no, his things are precarious enough as it is. With a low snort, he pushes the tray forward, giving him barely enough space to read the pages beneath, hunches forward and slumps into a hand. His lower lip juts out into an almost comical cross between a grimace and a pout, and he raises a stern, silent stare to Naomi's dark eyes.
Unfortunately for him, the woman isn't one to take a stare like that as if it was nothing. She only stares back with a hand on her hip, waiting for him to acknowledge her first.
Breaking the silence, after staring in an unamused, flat, unblinking fashion, Javert replies dryly. "I am not finished."
Her tone continues to stay light, as if she is scolding a stubborn child. "You can continue to work when you are done eating. You know it isn't healthy to skip breakfast." She winks cutely in his direction. "It's the most important meal of the day."
There is an exaggerated roll of his eyes; it isn't even clear if he's listening or simply tuning it out. He asks abruptly, "Where is yours?"
The smile on her face doesn't budge. "I'll eat when you've finished."
"Ah! You wound me, ma cherie." And the sternness is back - perhaps jokingly this time, his gaze glimmering from beneath his lowered brow. "You would have me take my meal alone?" There is a pause. "You forgot a drink."
And with that, she rolls her eyes this time in reply. She's not completely annoyed, but Naomi does wish the old man would just comply for once without all of this show. "My humblest apologies, Inspector. I hope you aren't offended. I should have realized while I was preparing this extravagant breakfast for you, that I had forgotten to bring you something to drink."
Javert simply smirks before picking up a fork and proceeding to scoop up an egg, shoving the whole thing gracelessly into his mouth. The silence between them resumes briefly as he chews the large mouthful down and eventually swallows.
"How about that?"
And with that, the woman laughs happily in reply, turning to let the man eat in peace before returning to his work.
[....What?
Naomi's hand comes into view briefly before the screen goes black. She's gotten used to this routine, but it doesn't make a dream like this any easier.
Don't you dare say a word, Victor.]