Fic - Signet makes breakfast for Echo
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lady_mabhi hello yes please just imagine signet in nothing but an oversized sweater with legs for days, and join me in being extremely gay
also for lu/@smallpolar_bear on twitter!
The news plays softly on the radio, barely audible beneath sizzle of the the eggs in the pan. Signet stoops to check on the potatoes in the oven, giving them a poke with the spatula before sliding the pan back in and closing the door.
The small table in the breakfast nook is already set, and breakfast is almost done. Timed nearly perfectly.
Except for the fact that, last she checked, Echo was still sound asleep—sprawled out ungracefully across her bed in a way that made her smile and press a kiss to their cheek. They didn’t even stir at that.
She doesn’t worry, though. The timing always works out.
The oven beeps to signal that the potatoes are done, and Signet turns off the heat under the burners as well. Plates made up. She takes a moment to contemplate what she wants to drink with breakfast when she hears the shuffle of feet down the hall from her bedroom.
“I always forget how huge your bed is until I wake up in it all by myself,” Echo grumbles as they move into the kitchen. They stop, frozen in place when she looks up at them. “Oh, shit. Did I forget something?”
Signet laughs, and when she holds out a hand for them, they cross the kitchen to fold her into their embrace. “No. I woke up early and wanted to make breakfast.”
“You should have woken me up.”
“No need. Everything just finished.”
Echo makes a face, as if they’re trying to sense if there is something that they did indeed forget, so Signet leans down and kisses them before pressing a plate into their hand. “I would say that next time you stay over, I’ll make you breakfast, but I feel like I might have to set an alarm in order to beat you.”
“You don’t get up late.”
“You just get up insanely early.”
She laughs again, and Echo places a kiss to the curve of her jaw, their arm still around her waist. “I’ll lounge about in bed next time, then.”
“Well,” they say, scooping up her plate as well to carry the both of them over to the table. “If you do that, then I might not want to get out of bed. Then we’ll have to go out to eat.”
“That’s not such a bad idea either,” she admits.
also for lu/@smallpolar_bear on twitter!
The news plays softly on the radio, barely audible beneath sizzle of the the eggs in the pan. Signet stoops to check on the potatoes in the oven, giving them a poke with the spatula before sliding the pan back in and closing the door.
The small table in the breakfast nook is already set, and breakfast is almost done. Timed nearly perfectly.
Except for the fact that, last she checked, Echo was still sound asleep—sprawled out ungracefully across her bed in a way that made her smile and press a kiss to their cheek. They didn’t even stir at that.
She doesn’t worry, though. The timing always works out.
The oven beeps to signal that the potatoes are done, and Signet turns off the heat under the burners as well. Plates made up. She takes a moment to contemplate what she wants to drink with breakfast when she hears the shuffle of feet down the hall from her bedroom.
“I always forget how huge your bed is until I wake up in it all by myself,” Echo grumbles as they move into the kitchen. They stop, frozen in place when she looks up at them. “Oh, shit. Did I forget something?”
Signet laughs, and when she holds out a hand for them, they cross the kitchen to fold her into their embrace. “No. I woke up early and wanted to make breakfast.”
“You should have woken me up.”
“No need. Everything just finished.”
Echo makes a face, as if they’re trying to sense if there is something that they did indeed forget, so Signet leans down and kisses them before pressing a plate into their hand. “I would say that next time you stay over, I’ll make you breakfast, but I feel like I might have to set an alarm in order to beat you.”
“You don’t get up late.”
“You just get up insanely early.”
She laughs again, and Echo places a kiss to the curve of her jaw, their arm still around her waist. “I’ll lounge about in bed next time, then.”
“Well,” they say, scooping up her plate as well to carry the both of them over to the table. “If you do that, then I might not want to get out of bed. Then we’ll have to go out to eat.”
“That’s not such a bad idea either,” she admits.
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