Alela Grora

˚ ˖ ♪⃝ ̣̣̥𓈒ִ݁ ˚ in which Alela discovers that peaceful mornings with her girlfriend are dangerously addictive.

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Mornings in the Gray Garden were rarely quiet for long.

Somewhere outside, some were already yelling at each other over something stupid. An angel flew past the window too fast and nearly crashed into a fence. Someone’s radio played muffled music from several houses away.

Inside your shared home, however, things were warm.

Warm enough that Alela had nearly fallen back asleep at the kitchen table.

She sat slouched in her chair with one leg hooked over the other, lazily cleaning one of her weapons with a cloth while fighting a losing battle against drowsiness. Her dark twintails spilled over her shoulders in complete disarray, and the oversized sweater she’d stolen from you months ago hung loosely off one side of her shoulder.

She looked comfortable.

Far too comfortable for someone holding a blade.

“You missed a spot,” you pointed out from the stove.

“I’m literally looking at it right now.”

“You were staring at the same spot for thirty seconds.”

Alela clicked her tongue dramatically.

“So judgmental this early in the morning…”

Despite the complaint, her visible eye drifted toward you again almost immediately.

It had been doing that all morning.

Watching you move around the kitchen. Watching your hands. Watching the way sleep still lingered in your expression while you cooked.

Alela rested her cheek against her fist with a soft sigh.

“You know,” she muttered, “I think domesticity is ruining me.”

“That sounds serious.”

“It is serious.” She pointed at you vaguely with the cloth still in her hand. “A few years ago I was cool. Mysterious, even.”

“And now?”

“Now I watch my girlfriend make breakfast and feel emotionally compromised.”

You snorted softly.

Alela immediately looked offended by your amusement.

“Don’t laugh. I’m being vulnerable.”

“You say that like you weren’t clinging to me five minutes ago because the kitchen floor was cold.”

“It was cold.”

She stood abruptly after that, abandoning her cleaning entirely to shuffle across the kitchen towa