cane suga
🌿 garden of eden 🌿
Neil still had to sleep despite being changed about a week and a half ago. The amount of sleep he needs was gradually getting shorter and shorter with every passing day, sometimes loosing mere seconds, other times loosing an entire hour. His thirst came in bursts. Sometimes it woke him up and he'd have to sleepily wander around until he found Isaiah so he could get his fill and go back to bed. Sometimes he never made it to bed, but he always woke up there. He never asked Isaiah about it since it was common knowledge that he didn't just sleepwalk back to bed since he didn't sleepwalk in the first place. He didn't want to ask any questions that hinted at Isaiah carrying him to bed since he didn't know what that implied when it came to their relationship. He didn't ask many questions that could lead to other discussions.
Neil got up this morning at nine, groggy and his throat dry from thirst. He stumbled out of bed and to his door, opening it and making his way down the hallway. His eyes were drawn to the pictures on the walls that he grew up looking at. Some were missing because of his reckless behavior as a child, either drawing on them while balancing on a table or knocking them off the wall and ruining them. He skipped around the house until he found the person he was looking for, Isaiah. He mumbled a morning greeting and motioned that he was thirsty, stretching his arms out as if he was a child wanting to be picked up, when he just wanted Isaiah's permission to get his fill.
On a completely other side of town, Matilda watched the sun come up through the dirty window inside her small living room. She'd need to cover up today, which she wasn't fond of doing since it got incredibly hot quite quickly when she did. She sighed, moving from her perch into the kitchen. She'd be getting thirsty soon, which meant Moriah would need to eat before then. She moved around the kitchen, getting a couple slices of bread from the bag in the cabinet and getting them into the toaster, making sure it was plugged up before she turned it on and went off to do something else while the bread toasted. She got a small pan out from another cabinet, turning on the stove top and setting it on the quickly heating metal. She opened the fridge and got a couple eggs, cracking them on the edge of the pan and breaking them over the heated surface. She heard them sizzle and decided to cook them sunny side up since Moriah wasn't awake to tell her how she wanted them. The toast popped up just as she plated the eggs, picking up the browned pieces of bread and setting them alongside the eggs. For someone who didn't need to eat, she was damn good at cooking. She went off to Moriah's door, knocking firmly on it and calling that she needed to get up and that her breakfast was ready.
Neil got up this morning at nine, groggy and his throat dry from thirst. He stumbled out of bed and to his door, opening it and making his way down the hallway. His eyes were drawn to the pictures on the walls that he grew up looking at. Some were missing because of his reckless behavior as a child, either drawing on them while balancing on a table or knocking them off the wall and ruining them. He skipped around the house until he found the person he was looking for, Isaiah. He mumbled a morning greeting and motioned that he was thirsty, stretching his arms out as if he was a child wanting to be picked up, when he just wanted Isaiah's permission to get his fill.
On a completely other side of town, Matilda watched the sun come up through the dirty window inside her small living room. She'd need to cover up today, which she wasn't fond of doing since it got incredibly hot quite quickly when she did. She sighed, moving from her perch into the kitchen. She'd be getting thirsty soon, which meant Moriah would need to eat before then. She moved around the kitchen, getting a couple slices of bread from the bag in the cabinet and getting them into the toaster, making sure it was plugged up before she turned it on and went off to do something else while the bread toasted. She got a small pan out from another cabinet, turning on the stove top and setting it on the quickly heating metal. She opened the fridge and got a couple eggs, cracking them on the edge of the pan and breaking them over the heated surface. She heard them sizzle and decided to cook them sunny side up since Moriah wasn't awake to tell her how she wanted them. The toast popped up just as she plated the eggs, picking up the browned pieces of bread and setting them alongside the eggs. For someone who didn't need to eat, she was damn good at cooking. She went off to Moriah's door, knocking firmly on it and calling that she needed to get up and that her breakfast was ready.