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why do i keep runnin' out of stamina?
why do i keep opening and closing the doors and windows?
what am i supposed to do with this length of silken thread?
why is it so hard to go from one thing into another?
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TW: mentions of slight sexual content
Yn's already meet Borg. Meets Pixal properly.
"Love."
"Loooove."
"Loooooove."
"Okay, Y/n, seriously. I need to pee."
I was rudely awakened with a poke to my side. I groaned, exhaustion still settled heavily on my bones and snuggled in deeper to his warmth in resistance. "As much as I love waking up to you sprawled all over me," Lloyd hummed, shifting until I slid off from his body with a whine. "Nature's calling." "Ugh," I cried into the sheets, feeling sleep begin to retake me. "Jus' hurry up and get back." A chuckle. He kissed the back of my head. "As you wish, princess." As soon as he left the room I quelled a shout with a pillow. It was too soon in the morning to be feeling this way. This fluttery, warm anxiousness that made my head spin.
I flipped over onto my back with a dry sob. There was no way I was going back to sleep now. Not with my heart racing like this. Emotions had drop kicked my chest and I felt like lurching to my feet with the energy it had slammed into me. The bed feels empty without Lloyd. I pulled a face, staring at the wooden panels of the Bounty's roof. Was it too soon to start thinking stuff like that? How long has it been since I met him - two months? It's not as if I'd been in a relationship before, so I had no idea what was normal or not. It took seven weeks to have our first kiss and now, only a week later, I'm thinking this? Then again, our relationship was hardly what you would consider normal in the first place. Prophecies coming out our ears, Lloyd's possession, Lloyd in general just being the green ninja and Lord Garmadon's son, my... hardly functional powers. Oh, this is messy. I grimaced. Ugh. And school's just around the corner. How the hell does Lloyd manage to balance it all? I didn't have time to contemplate it because the man of the hour had collapsed back onto the bed, face first. I stared at him apathetically until- "Wait, are you even breathing-" Lloyd abruptly lifted his head. "Yes."
