yourfriendsimf-o:

imagine you’re staying at tagora’s hive and you’re curled into the corner of the couch with a cup of hot coffee in your hand. the sounds of tagora and galekh in the other room had kept you awake so you got significantly less sleep than you would have liked. (you could have always just left and came back but you were too comfortable in bed to get up and leave)

you look up from your palmhusk as you see tagora emerge from his bedroom, galekh’s shirt exposing his neck and most of his shoulders. hickies and bitemarks of indigo and teal decorated his grey skin; tagora’s hair was ridiculously frizzy and tangled.

tagora padded over to you, a faint limp in his step, to which you chose to sip your coffee instead of laugh at. he held a grey throw blanket in his arms.

“move,” tagora grumbled in a scratchy tone. at least, that’s what you thought he said. as you set your palmhusk and coffee on the end table, tagora was already moving to lay on top of you. he rested his cheek over your heart and wrapped his arms snuggly around your torso. he haphazardly tossed the blanket over his and your legs; you adjusted it for him as he began to melt into you.

“so what brings you to fall asleep on me instead of galekh?” you patted his head, massaging his scalp lightly

“he snores and you’re more comfortable, anyways,” you made a small “ooooo” sound due to tagora completely obliterating galekh like that. you thought he was pretty comfortable, though.

galekh came out of the bedroom about an hour after tagora had, scanning the hive for where he might be. his eyebrows were furrowed and he appeared very confused. he noticed you and immediately flushed indigo

you shook your head and held up your hand, silently telling him not to be embarrassed despite the fact that you heard everything. it didn’t help him calm down all that much

“he’s over here,” you mouthed to him and pointed to your chest. he squinted and came over to where you were, the tension in his posture and expression fading the moment he saw tagora’s sleeping figure. he reached down to move a strand of hair away from his eyes, humming in content.

“there’s coffee if you want,” you whispered to galekh, who nodded and smiled your way. he swiped your bangs back and gave you an appreciative kiss to the forehead before he left to the kitchen, a loving chatter coming from his throat