the morning after the texts from last night...

[meemingly]

the morning after

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  the scenarios

① BREAKFAST IN BED;

your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY;

they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;

you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;

and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;

there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;

don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;

sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;

turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;

that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;

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Whoops, I wrote a bit of a monster hf;alkhfd;lakshdf

[brbusinivalice]

Good morning.

[If he could see this sight every morning, perhaps sleeping in a warm bed with a familiar, friendly body was something he should do more often.

The flush to her cheeks, the gentle curves of her body...they were enough to bring a small bit of heat to his own face, try though he might to hide it. It was difficult to put on masks or hide himself in the morning hours, when the hours were young and there was no reason for him to put on any airs.

If he had not left that day...would he have been able to do this with her?

No, probably not. Theirs was not a relationship borne of healthy communication and honest camaraderie; try though he might to save her, his own delusions prevented him from truly connecting with her beyond the surface level. She was too closely tied to his ambitions, to his own desires for change, and yet he did not speak truly or clearly to her about what he wanted, or to ask what she truly wanted.

He knew that now.

He had the opportunity to become King. The war had come to an end, Ovelia's reign was secured, and as the din of victory died down, she pulled him aside, to speak to him.

"I suppose it is...yet time for another role for us to play," she said, hands trembling. Her eyes couldn't meet his, and it was clear she was doing all she could to stand strong, to speak to him with conviction.

But...something shifted, in that moment.

He did not see a princess. He did not see the beautiful face who had once haunted his dreams, or the woman he had embraced in Zeltennia castle's garden that day.

For a flicker, he saw his sister, trying her hardest to hide the pain of ridicule and loneliness.

"Yes," he said, hesitating. "I know that your reign shall be just and fair, and you will keep good counsel."

She was taken aback, and her eyes shot up. This was not what she was expecting, clearly. This was not in the script that had been offered them, that they had rehearsed and been working towards for this entire war.

Honestly, Delita too was uncertain of where this was going.

"You have good allies who will support you," he said. "Valmafra and Orran will surely give you the support you require, should you wish it. I have full confidence in their abilities."

"What...what are you saying?" She asked.

"I am saying that it is time for you to play your role as Queen, and it is time for me...to take my leave."

He had everything he thought he ever wanted. He had the Kingdom he had always wanted. The opportunity to change the world. His ambitions were all realized and handed to him on a silver platter.

And yet...

When it was handed to him, he hesitated. He moved away, allowed Ovelia to forge her own path as Queen, rather than guide her to an end himself.

And the confused, distrusting, but grateful look in her eyes told him everything that he needed to know.

It was the right choice.

But this, losing Teta, losing Ramza, leaving his homeland...

Why did it all hurt so much?

And why did he tell Fatima everything that night, filled as he was with drink and sorrow?]