Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking
“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.
He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.
Mia woke slowly, the first thing catching her awareness was something firm and warm underneath her neck attempting to pull away. Whining and refusing to open her eyes, she attempted to get herself comfortable again to drift back off until the hangover pounding between her eyes died away.
Only as she was halfway settled again did her nose start working to pick up the scent of her companion. ….Lavender and human? That was unusual, to say the least. Groaning, she slit one eye open to peer blearily at the person beside her. What was going on??
There was a noise and the pillow (blanket?) shifted over his arm, briefly freeing it but then once again trapping it before Carlos could move it. What the hell? He tried to pull his arm out again, and even the least bit of strain made his head pound.
Carlos whimpered lowly, anticipating the pain, and peeked one squinty eye open. At first it was tough to focus because he was squinting, but the grey fuzziness started to go away in his vision and he could make out something with dark hair laying on his arm. He blinked his eye a couple times, trying to clear the fuzz some more, and he saw large, pointed ears coming out of the top of the thing’s head, and then her face – it wasn’t a thing, it was a person. But it still took a few more blinks before Carlos realized he recognized them.
“The hell… Mia?” he murmured, completely confused. And his brain still was too preoccupied to try and figure out why she was there.
“….Carlos?” Both of the Fae woman’s eyes blinked open in shock as she recognized the voice of her companion. And then she had to almost immediately close them as the sudden onslaught of light hurt her sensitive eyes.
Rolling over and away from him to put her face in the pillow with a groan, she muttered a few choice words that had the curtains to the room they were in slam shut and change to a black out fabric to get rid of the offending sunlight. As she did so, she became aware of fabric wrapped around her legs in an….unusual way. She didn’t remember owning a nightgown?? Usually she slept in pajamas or a tank top and sweat shorts.
“…This doesn’t smell like any of my houses?” she offered, attempting to free her legs without actually getting up. What the hell had happened last night??
Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.
“Nng… Then where are we?” he asked lowly.
The Perfect Scientist 