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As much as Fig loved being the lead singer of a band, gods did it wear on her sometimes. Especially when she worked late into the night.
Fig had just dropped of Gorgug at his place, and now had finally made it home at exactly 2:09AM.
Everything part of her is exhausted, her legs protesting with every step she takes as she stumbles into the living room of Mordred and all but collapses onto the couch.
Given that it’s so early in the morning, Fig had assumed everyone was asleep.
Or at least, she did assume that, until the sound of rapid but light footsteps came rushing out from the kitchen.
“Are you alright??” The familiar voice of Adaine, tone full of concern, gets her attention as a gentle hand settles onto her back.
Exhausted, but not wanting to worry Adaine, Fig musters all the will she can to lift her head and put some actual life into her voice, “yeah, I’m fine, just…” she rolls onto her back, “just a bit tired, ‘Daine. Don’t worry.”
Her absolutely foolproof cover somehow does not work at all. Adaine wrinkles her nose with disbelief. “Bullshit.”
Fig lets out an (ironically) tired sigh. “Don’t worry, ‘Daine”
“I will worry!” Adaine protests, moving over to sit next to where Fig is laying, “you’re my friend, and you just collapsed onto the couch.”
Fig can’t help the amused (and slightly exasperated) smile that comes across her face. “You worry too much, Abernant”
Adaine huffs, and nudges Fig with her elbow. “I worry just the right amount, thank you very much, Faeth” she crosses her arms, “you need to go to bed”
“I don’t need to go to bed” Fig says, knowing it is an incredibly blatant lie. Going to bed sounds awesome right now, but she’ll never be able to rest comfortably with the looming threat of how far behind she is on songwriting.
But she knows for a fact Adaine won’t get off her back till she is asleep in bed. She needs to prove she’s well enough for Adaine to let this go.
So, mustering all the energy she has left, she says in her best ‘I’m totally awake and not fatigued at all voice’; “Would a tired person be able to do this?” And uses her arms to shove herself feet.
The regret is almost instantaneous. Before she knows it, she is absolutely hurdling towards the floor.
Just as she thinks she’s about to crash into the wooden floor of the living room, two arms wrap around her waist, and she’s yanked backwards, landing onto the couch next to Adaine with an ‘oof’.
After several seconds of heavy, ‘holy shit that just happened’, breaths, Adaine wastes absolutely no time lecturing Fig.
“You idiot,” she chides. Even with her frustration, her touch is gentle as she surveys Fig for injuries. “You could have hurt yourself so fucking badly! You do realize that was like… the worst decision you could have made, right?? If I hadn’t caught you, you would have bashed your face into the floor!”
Fig can hear the intense worry under the frustration in Adaine’s voice, not to mention she is now completely avoiding eye contact, causing a quiet feeling of guilt to settle in Fig’s stomach.
There’s a brief silence between the two of them before Fig speaks, “I- I’m sorry ‘Daine”
“I know you are,” The way Adaine’s voice softens so quickly is almost startling as she slumps back on the couch, seemingly satisfied with her injury check, “just… you overwork yourself too much. I hate it.”
Fig sighs. “I know… I’m sorry for upsetting you.”
“I’m not upset.”
That line, that singular line makes Fig snort from a mix of disbelief and amusement, “You’re a horrible liar. Not only do you sound upset, but you’re also not making eye contact. You’re upset.”
“…shut up, Faeth.” There’s a distinct lack of aggression in her tone.
“You know I’m right, Abernant.”
That finally coaxes a giggle out of Adaine. Fig totally saved it. Maybe if she plays it super cool she can go to her room and work without—
“I can help you to your room if you want.”
…Yeah, Fig wasn’t sure why she thought she could get out of this.
“That’d be nice.”
“Great.”
Without another word, Adaine helps Fig sit up. And with Fig’s arm around her shoulder, and Adaine’s arm around her waist, Fig is shakily brought to her feet.
“You’re going straight to bed” Adaine says as she slowly but surely starts helping Fig walk. Her voice has an almost parental undertone to it.
“…I mean I totally get that, but you’ve gotta understand, ‘Daine, but I have a ton of—“
Adaine shushes her. “I don’t wanna hear it. You’re going to bed.”
Fig sighs. Yeahh, she’s really not getting out of this, is she?
As they’re walking by the kitchen, the sound of the kettle going off makes both of them stop in their tracks, and Fig gets an idea.
“You making tea?”
“Yeah, why?”
“…Can I have some?”
Adaine opens her mouth to speak, but Fig interjects with an almost begging “please?”
Adaine sighs, but relents. “I’ll bring you some in bed”
Now Fig is getting somewhere. “Sounds perfect”
Adaine carefully helps Fig into her room, and brings her over to her bed. Fig gets in without a fight.
“Now.” Adaine begins, firm and not giving Fig room to argue as she begins to gently tuck her into bed, “You’re gonna stay here. I’m gonna go get tea. You’re not gonna get up, you’re not gonna argue, you’re not gonna do work. Are we clear?”
The contrast between how Adaine is speaking, and the way she is so tenderly tucking Fig into bed is so intense Fig can’t help but giggle.
“I’m serious!” Fig can hear the amusement slipping through in Adaine’s voice. Fig giggles more, and Adaine scoffs, but is clearly having a harder and harder time stopping herself from smiling.
Fig smirks, “you love me.”
Adaine presses her lips into a straight line, but Fig can see the corners of her mouth starting to curl into a smile as she looks away.
“I’m going to get the tea.” She says, before prompting turning and leaving the room.
—
Moments later, Adaine returns with two mugs of tea in hand.
“It’s honey and lavender” Adaine says as she hands off one mug, specifically a green one with purple floral designs, to Fig.
Fig makes a face at the flavor. It’s not that it sounds… bad, but she very much prefers more fruity teas. Herbal teas have just never sounded good to her, what can she say.
“It’s actually pretty good with sugar” Adaine comments, taking a sip of her own.
Fig raises an eyebrow, but takes a sip.
Much to her surprise, Adaine wasn’t kidding. This tea tastes really good.
“Shit…” Fig murmurs under her breath, before taking another sip, “you’re not lying”
Adaine snorts, “told you.”
A silence falls over the two of them as they both sip on their tea, when a thought crosses Fig’s mind.
“Hold on…” Fig says, squinting at Adaine, “you’re telling me to go to bed, but you were awake making tea. How’s that fair?”
Adaine pauses mid-sip, before briefly glancing away, “I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbles, ears twitching.
As much as Fig wants to tease, Fig does feel a bit bad. “Oh… why?”
Adaine shrugs. “Dunno, just couldn’t…”
Fig tilts her head, as if looking at her at a different angle will give Fig a better concept of what she’s thinking.
Another idea appears in Fig’s mind.
“You wanna like… watch a movie or something?”
Adaine perks up slightly. “That… actually sounds pretty nice.”
Fig nods. “It does…”
“I’ll go grab my laptop” Adaine sets her mug on Fig’s nightstand, and turns and leaves the room once more, returning a couple minutes later with her laptop in hand.
She carefully maneuvers her way into bed next to Fig, before picking up her mug and taking a sip as she enters her laptop password.
“So…” she says, glancing at Fig, “what’re we watching?”
Fig shrugs. “I’m sure we can find something”
They spend the next 10 or so minutes, completely finishing their tea in the process, searching through the couple streaming services (and a piracy site, at Fig’s suggestion), trying to find a movie.
Eventually, they finally settle on one.
Much to Fig’s amusement, Adaine is completely out within the first 15 minutes. Fig sneaks a picture (but not without nearly forgetting to turn off auto-flash first.)
However, Fig isn’t much better herself, and not much later she drifts off to sleep herself, head resting on Adaine’s shoulder and the movie playing idly in the background.