I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad, The craziest friend that you’ve ever had You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I’m off my rocker Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed So what if I’m crazy? The best people are
Fall prompt: "Good morning. No, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer…” with kanej?
Here you go, god knows it took us long enough!
The first thing that went through her mind was the smell of coffee. It was strong and mingled with the sound of crackling bacon. Inej’s eyes snapped open to a very unexpected sight. Kaz stood over her holding a tray of lavish breakfast foods: coffee, orange juice, eggs, bacon, and of course waffles. She started to stand but was immediately stopped for fear of spilling the syrup.
“Good morning. No, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer.” Kaz carefully maneuvered himself into a sitting position after laying the tray on Inej’s lap.
“Kaz,” Inej cried, delighted. “Did you make this?”
Kaz was a good liar, but even he couldn’t hide the flash of sheepishness that skirted across his face. “For you, wraith,” he replied, “of course.” She waited, one eyebrow raised, and he sighed. “I asked Nina.”
“Nina made this?” That was almost harder to believe.
Kaz sighed again, his pride deflating further. “No. I asked Nina who served the best food this side of the city. Hardly a leap from there.” It was then Inej noticed that his hair was wet, and she couldn’t help but smile. Nothing else needed to be said.
He sat next to her in the bed and watched as she took bite after bite of the lavish food. When Inej finally stopped to breathe, she realized that Kaz hadn’t taken a bite.
“Are you not eating?”
“No, I’m okay. This is for you.”
Inej refused to accept that. She took the fork and raised it to Kaz’s mouth, but he wouldn’t eat, so she had no choice but to smear the slice of waffle onto his face, leaving a trail of syrup behind it’s path. He turned his head away with a protest, but the corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes shone like fresh coffee and she didn’t believe his annoyance.
She believed it even less when he peeled off his gloves and picked up a strip of bacon, guiding it towards her mouth like the flight of a drunken albatross. “Open wide,” he said, and she couldn’t be quite sure if he was joking. She took the bacon and tried to feed him a piece in the same manner.
The (nicely charred) end of the strip went up his nose.
Twenty-three minutes (and a lot of spilled food) later, Kaz and Inej stood on opposite sides of the bed, laughing breathlessly and covered in what would have been Inej’s breakfast. The sheets and blankets were rumpled, spotted with syrup and bacon grease; one of the pillows had torn and was seeping tiny feathers into the mess. Food fights weren’t uncommon in the Crow Club, but it was rare that Kaz or Inej participated. This, though, had been… something. Neither had expected it, but neither had hated it, either.
Rain poured down outside, creating a dreary basso continuo against the window, but it couldn’t have been cozier inside – and they wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
“I recently got injured all over my body from hunting a chimera. And yes, since I’m under house rest per doctors orders, my mom and sister came by to take care of me. Though I honestly wished they hasn’t.”