Dark Heaven

The Miraculous Survey

Present day. Morning

Simone slowly opens his eyes as his smelling senses begin to pick a delightful scent coming from the kitchen. He looks to his side and sees Ohlia, seemingly asleep and sitting in a meditative stance. Her breathing is calm, noticed from the steady flow of air through her "nostrils'' located at her midsection. He rubs his head and finally stands on his feet, annoyed by the ruckus caused by Avelle and Yanik's noisy verbal debate.

-Simone: Girls... Can you please keep it down?

-Yanik: You are awake. Your breakfast awaits at the dining table.

-Avelle: I prepared it for you!. Enjoy!

Simone takes his seat where the dish was set.

-Yanik: As far as I recall, you delayed the procedure in the making of his breakfast. I thought we agreed that you shouldn't be in the kitchen as I handle the utensils.

-Avelle: Of, course! Take all the credit and glory of "our" majestic making! It's like "hey, you are wingless, so make yourself more useless if you may."

-Yanik: That statement would make a wise course of action had you considered it.

-Avelle: Why you little...!

-Simone: Stop it!

Simone yells, clenching his fist and calling Yanik's and Avelle's attention to him. He breathes in, then sighs.

-Simone: The breakfast is great. Whomever did it, I thank you for the effort, regardless of who invested more among you two.

Avelle blushingly starts rolling her hair in a playful manner.

-Yanik: Your gratitude is unnecessary. You must fuel yourself with the basic nutrition to properly serve the Hive's needs.

-Avelle: Yeah. Whatever she said.

The noise did not go unnoticed by Ohlia, for her trance concluded with a slow opening of her eyes followed by her accommodating vines to properly support her weight. She smiles at Simone and greets him.

-Ohlia: Good morning, Simone. How did you sleep?

-Simone: Not so comfortable.

Simone rubs the back of his neck, feeling a sudden discomfort.

-Yanik: That is on you, for I pay no mind to the fact that we can casually share quarters.

-Avelle: Yeah, that. Wait a minute, what?!

-Simone: You know I am not doing that. Geez, Do you even know how awkward it is to do so? We are barely acquainted.

-Yanik: Acquainted, perchance; It doesn't change the fact that you are my husband.

-Simone: There she goes again...

Yanik finishes washing the utensils and walks towards Simone. Her tentacles start exploring his skin as Simone shivers from her touch. It was then where Yanik's hand gently felt Simone's chin, moving his face to one side and forcing his view to lock with a reciprocal gaze.

-Simone: Uh...Yanik?

Simone asks nervously.

-Yanik: Whether this commitment to one another is one sided, I will still enroll in my responsibilities to fill your needs.

Yanik releases Simone and goes to the bathroom, preparing the shower before going to work.

-Ohlia: Oh my... so assertive...

-Avelle: Are you serious? You will get hard on that just because she showed her charming attitude to you? You are so gullible and easy to persuade.

-Simone: It's not as easy as you think it is. You have to be submissive sometimes. You know the stress of being punished because you accidentally turn Deviant?