Fantasy 1x1 thing

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Their rumble shook the ground below them, shock-waves rolling through the cement and up their forearms. The chains dug into their face, neck, and legs, keeping them in place even as the needle—that goddamn needle!—draw closer and closer. The hole in the center stared them down blinking as it stabbed into the flesh above their eye. Pain immediately spiderwebbed out of the injection point, racing through their veins and clawing through their neck. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! It HURTS! MAKE IT ST—

Flame all-but choked on their own tongue as they shot upright, their eyes stinging something fierce at the abrupt exposure to light. Wordless sounds filtered through their ears, but not making any sense. They recognized the voice, though, and an overwhelming sense of trust and safety washed over them. It was too bright for them to see, blurry, indistinct colors floating around near their faces. A wordless whine was all they needed to get their point across, though, and a gentle... what they assumed was a hand pressed into their back as someone helped them up off the bed.

Slowly, they became more aware as they were led away from the semibright room. The first to come back was their hearing, which cleared enough for them to recognize Jet's voice murmuring reassurances into their ear. The second to come back was their sight, where they found that Jet was sitting them down at a chair by the kitchen's island. The wrap-around counters brought some false sense of security to them, and they didn't now why. The last was their sense of time, as they calmed, a minor sense of exhaustion washing over them like cold water.

A soft clicking bubbled up in their throat, the sound comforting even as they focused to make the pattern they needed for words. "Time?"

Jet hummed, glancing at their roommate's door nervously before answering. He prayed that Flame's harsh yelp hadn't woken him... he wasn't too sure on where they stood; after all, this situation was fairly recent. "Five in the morning."

Flame scoffed, laying their head down on the counter and closing their eyes with a hum similar to Jet's with another, clicking purr.

 

[NotinthisUniverse]

Spiraled out, entwined with the sheets, hung a loosely centered Taylor. Drool slid from the corner of his mouth, a wet puddle collected underneath his cheek. His eyes glued tightly shut, with crust dancing along his eyelashes and inner corner of his eye. He looked almost peaceful, though the sound of his alarm awoke him with a grunt.

“Fuck...” He muttered. He slammed his face back into the pillow with a heavy sigh. Collecting enough momentum he brought his forearms underneath his body and pushed himself up with a pop. His shoulders cracked and he let out a groan. He sat up fully and arched himself backwards and cracked his back/sides. He reached to the top of his head and stretched once more. He cleared his throat, before clacking his lips together. “Ugh.” The sour taste in his mouth made his face scrunch up in disgust.

Taylor soon hoisted himself out of bed and made his way to the door. Opening it, the darkness took in making him squint. He shuffled between the walls, trying to find the bathroom. Bumping into objects, his vision was obscured due to the lack of light. He soon headed to the bathroom to start his day.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

The lights were, indeed, off, though it rapidly became obvious that others were awake, as the glowing eye of a stovetop, the sizzling of oil in a pan, and the smell of curry-powder was circulating through the tiny apartment. Two pairs of chromatic eyes lifted from their respective tasks to look up at the person stumbling like a drunk man through the house. It was eerie, after all, both Jet and Flame's eyes lacked any melanin at all, making them bright, almost glowing.

They were pretty sure the theory was currently that they had contacts in, but neither could tell what their housemate thought.

After a moment of staring (watching him run into things), Flame returned to typing on the laptop perched on the island, humming quietly as Jet waited for the food to cook.

After a moment of watching him struggle, Jet spoke up. "You can turn the lights on; we're both awake."

 

[NotinthisUniverse]

Taylor yelped in surprise, “Ahhh!! Fuck you scared me.” As he grabbed his chest dramatically. His heart was erratic within his chest, he took a breath to calm himself down before addressing Jet. “But if you were awake, you could’ve turned them on yourself?” He questioned before shrugging it off.

He flicked the let on and went to the bathroom. He relieved himself before flushing the toilet, though his aim could’ve been better. He didn’t even bother to clean off the lid, leaving his residue on the seat. He went to the counter and grabbed his yellow toothbrush, along with his toothpaste and began to push his teeth.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

A soft chuckle followed. "We didn't need them, so we didn't use them." Jet gestured to the stovetop, as if the eerie red light qualified as a source of illumination.

Flame snorted from beside him, clicking their tongue. "'S easier to walk around without the lights in my opinion."

The two flinched at the lights, Flame covering their face and attempting to keep their pupils semi-circular and Jet just riding through the sunspots and pain as he normally did. They both went back to their tasks as he left and their eyes cleared, Jet stirring the curry he had apparently been cooking absently.

Flame huffed a breath, closing their eyes against the LED light and instead listening to their neighbors a floor down bicker quietly.

 

[NotinthisUniverse]

Taylor spit into the sink, raising the side of his mouth, and held a mouthful of water in his mouth. Swishing it around, before spitting it into the drain. He looked back up at himself with glee, he ran his hand through his grown out buzz cut with a smirk. He wiggled his eyebrows at his reflection before doing a series of bodybuilding poses as a form of his entertainment.

He finished up, closing the door behind him and went to the kitchen to see what Jet was cooking up. “What’s that smell?” He asked.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Both other residents looked up at Taylor's footsteps, though Flame looked right back down directly after. That seemed to be a thing with them. Both always seemed on edge and ready to run at any moment, even though there was no evidence to suggest anything bad happening. They were getting better with not showing it, though.

Jet offered a slight smile. "Japanese-style curry. This should be enough for everyone, if you want some." Speaking of which...

Flame tapped on the island's surface, clicking their tongue. "Timer's done."

With a bob of his head, Jet turned the stove off and carefully ladled some into a to-go container, glancing at the clock and paling.

The younger glanced up, too, the soft whine that hissed from their guardian seemingly alerting them to his current state. "Better feckin' run if you wanna get to work on time," they teased with a grin."

Jet huffed fondly. "Yes, very helpful, 'Rias... I'll be back by six do not destroy the apartment."