>>42439009
thanks for the inspiration anon, i finally wrote some shitty green. very very shit.

>Aria for sure. She feels the sun on her, she is up.
Ah this is cozy.
>"Wake up bozo."
>You are torn from the peaceful, all-encompassing warmth and thrown into the world like an infant from a womb
>The heavy duvet and silk-threaded sheets are yanked from your body
>The cool morning air kisses your bare skin as you groan, the massive mattress groaning along with you as you shift and squirm
>Your bleary eyes adjust to the dim light of her room, and you smell it
>That familiar smell of Saddle-Arabian coffee, stale sex, and her - the smell of her berry body wash, lavender, and a faint hint of sulfur so faint that the only reason you can pick up on it at all is due to how often you get... 'close' to her and on occasion - her sisters
>She stands before you, her back to the window, the glorious sun of this world shining through its unpolluted skies and straight into the room, casting light on the various ancient trinkets, bookshelves, and guitars lining the walls
> its golden rays catch in her hair as she lifts the pitcher filled with the nectar of life itself, her own mug already steaming with its ambrosia
>"Coffee's ready."
>You swear you see a small tug at the corner of her mouth.