Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 22: Breakfast

Karl POV.

“Why did I let you stay in here?” I blushed, nudging Sapnap lightly on the shoulder so that the drowsy Seraphim would wake up. “Come on please darling, it’s getting late and we don’t want to be the last two up.”
“Oh please Karl.” He responded. “Let me lay with you a little longer.”

His arms were snuggled around my waist, holding me as though letting go would mean we’d never touch each other again. They were also warm, and it pained my cold body to let go of him, but I nudged him away. “We can’t risk them seeing us. Either sneak out the door or fly back out the window.”

“But what’s the harm?” He asked. “Who cares if they find out that we’re soulmates?” his wings fluttered, against the bed, showing agitation and annoyance.
“It shows we’ve been lying to them.” I hissed. “Why would they trust us if we lie about something as big as our relationship?”

Sapnap, despite still being agitated, kissed the side of my face, letting out a sigh of sadness. “I talked to George last night… I told you this. He has a crush on you.” Another kiss was pressed to the side of my face. “Maybe if you claim to be in a relationship he would… back off.”

I noticed the way that his voice grew firm at the end of his sentence. To cover this I moved closer to the ravenette, wrapping my hands around him in order to cuddle closer. I know it made me a hypocrite since I wanted him to leave, but I also needed to comfort my agitated soulmate. “..and if he backs off then we can direct him towards Clay.” He added.

“Maybe.” Was all that I gave him as a response, yet I was worried that the lie would cause more damage if it was discovered to be a lie. When he saw my uncertainty he seemed to realise what it was the I was thinking about.
“Fine.” He groaned, snuggling me one last time before climbing out of bed.

Although he appeared to be standoff-ish it was clear that he didn’t have any anger directed towards me. I watched as he hid his wings and went over to the door of my room. After sending a last sad glance at me he opened the door and stepped out, shutting it behind him.

I decided to wait a minute or so until after he was gone before I started moving myself, thinking that it would be better if it didn’t appear we were going one after the other. Before I did have a chance to move though there was a knock on the door. "Karl? Are you awake yet?"

It was George, sounding surprisingly perky for the morning. Upon hearing his voice I remembered exactly how he acted around me; the desire to be close, trying to make me happy, etcetera etcetera etcetera. "I made pancakes for breakfast!" As he continued to chatter happily I flew out of bed and over to the door.

After fixing my wrinkled clothes and hiding my wings I opened the door. "Good morning George." I grinned.
"Morning." His expression was a similar happy one to mine. "I have made breakfast downstairs. If you head down now you'll have first dibs."

"Thank you." Was all I said, and pulled on a hoodie that belonged to Sapnap and was folded on the end of my bed. Thankfully it was not one George had seen Sapnap wear, so he wouldn’t have hinted at the fact that we were together. He watched as I pulled it on and headed downstairs before moving to wake the others.

Techno was standing over the stove, and the smell of cinnamon filled my nose. "Good morning." I greeted him as I walked over. "Were you helping George with breakfast?" The pinkette gave a nod, and I watched him as he stacked some bacon onto the plate to his left.

"He did most of the work, I just helped with the frying because he's pretty useless at it." Techno explained, turning his head momentarily to look at me.
"Why wouldn't Dream help?" I thought aloud, before catching myself. Since I forgot that despite the fact that they were soulmates they did not have a strong bond at this time.

Helping your soulmate was a natural thing. If Sapnap seemed like he was unsure for even a second for any activity I would be there to help him. Humans however I realised were not as generous as we angels (or specifically we cupids) were. Dream likely had not been able to sense George’s stress.

“Dream is probably asleep, that’s why.” Techno responded. “I’m usually up early and offered to help because George is so… helpless.” Then he looked over at me. “You can take as many pancakes as you want, and there’s bacon and fruit as well.” I thanked him, just like I had thanked George, taking a plate off of the stack that was waiting.

While I piled some stuff up on my plate, Techno continued to talk. “Y’know.” He hummed. “I heard that George was planning some activities for you and Sapnap to do today.”
“Yes, I had heard about that.” My gaze was down, focused on putting a stack of three warm pancakes on my plate.

“He has told me about it and he was working quite hard on impressing you.”
“Do you mean us?” I cocked a brow.
“Nope. I mean specifically you.” It was quite blunt as the pinkette said that. “He thinks that you are kind of cute.”

“He does?” I asked, going slightly pale but not allowing the pinkette to see. Some angels just had a gift of purity and an aura of beauty around them. It was as natural to some as hair colour, and I seemingly happened to be one of those ‘some’. A crush was sometimes natural, but if it was about beauty then it was definitely my fault.

“Yeah, I think so.” He answered. “Although he was being somewhat cryptic with it.” I didn’t say anything else from there, instead just thinking as I took the plate of pancakes and slunk over to the table. As I settled down I began eating my food instead of waiting for everyone else to arrive like I usually did.

Sapnap seemed concerned when he appeared downstairs, knowing how I usually was. Yet he didn’t say anything, nor did Dream and Techno when they eventually joined. It was George who began happily talking as he sat down.
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Why do I feel like every story I have, or at least half of them, have a chapter called 'breakfast'
Weird... lol

Anyway, what do you think of them saying they aren't soulmates?