Early birds [Closed]
Characters: Aya and Eve Brea
Location: Brea residence.
Rating: G
Time: September 11, very early!
Description: Breakfast in bed… because Aya deserves it!
“Aya…. Are you awake?” A small, sheepish whisper of a voice asked the body sleeping amongst a pile of warm fuzzy blankets, hoping with every wish bone in her body that Aya wasn’t still in dreamy land. After all today, Eve had decided, was breakfast in bed day, and she’d already spent half her morning in the kitchen scrounging up a breakfast worthy of her sister. It’d be a big shame if that lovable sister of hers missed out on it.
“Hey…. I have a surprise for you.”
And that she did, too excited about it to even wait for Aya’s answer before she hobbled in, gifts in hand. Cereal, toast and even orange juice were laid out on a tray, as well as a bunch of small paper flowers, wrapped in aluminum foil. Of course, it also came with its fare share of troubles, plates and bowls sliding into each other as her not steady hands carried it forth.
Yet all in all, the small, unsteady, bare foot, pajama clad blond was quietly proud of her achievement, sitting the tray down to one bedside table, before bending over to kiss Aya on the cheek.
“This is a good one. I promise!”
Location: Brea residence.
Rating: G
Time: September 11, very early!
Description: Breakfast in bed… because Aya deserves it!
“Aya…. Are you awake?” A small, sheepish whisper of a voice asked the body sleeping amongst a pile of warm fuzzy blankets, hoping with every wish bone in her body that Aya wasn’t still in dreamy land. After all today, Eve had decided, was breakfast in bed day, and she’d already spent half her morning in the kitchen scrounging up a breakfast worthy of her sister. It’d be a big shame if that lovable sister of hers missed out on it.
“Hey…. I have a surprise for you.”
And that she did, too excited about it to even wait for Aya’s answer before she hobbled in, gifts in hand. Cereal, toast and even orange juice were laid out on a tray, as well as a bunch of small paper flowers, wrapped in aluminum foil. Of course, it also came with its fare share of troubles, plates and bowls sliding into each other as her not steady hands carried it forth.
Yet all in all, the small, unsteady, bare foot, pajama clad blond was quietly proud of her achievement, sitting the tray down to one bedside table, before bending over to kiss Aya on the cheek.
“This is a good one. I promise!”