#fazzy fucks is a shit company

[ladyfly]

While You Sleep

Sleepy brain said art

Once again the company had overworked you. It was becoming more common than Sun would like. He and Moon had voiced their opinion but it was met with the threat of decommissioning. At least the plex was coming under new management. Sun hoped that the new owner was more reasonable. 

You had trudged into the Daycare after it had closed for the night. At first, Sun was excited to see you. However, when he got a better look at you he was mortified. It was so bad Moon's protocols to put people to bed began to flood his systems.

You swayed on your feet as you moved. our eyes had large bags under them. You fought so hard to stay awake. Arms reaching out to him pathetically. How much effort did that single action take? Sun skipped up to you. His long legs covered the distance quickly. 

He picked you up as his areal wire came down from the ceiling. He held you in one arm and hooked himself up with the other. It pulled the two of you into the air and towards the tower. He held you firmly in his arms. Following Moon's instructions, he began to hum to you. 

The naptime protocols were pushing so hard to put you to sleep it was agitating Moon. Humming to you satiated the programming. Sun wanted to help Moon alleviate the distress from his programming. He followed Moon's instructions and put you to bed in the room beyond the tube.

While Sun was happy you were getting some much-needed sleep, he was upset he couldn't spend time with you. "You are spending time with them." Moon reminded. Sun nodded "You're right. Just because they aren't awake doesn't mean we aren't together." 

Sun decided to busy himself with an art project. Coloring was always nice, but he does that with the kids all day. He decided now was the perfect time to paint. He gathered his supplies. Sun still wanted to be near you. He set up in the room you were in.

Sun couldn't help watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful. All the stress of the day gone from your form. To him it was angelic. You were his angel sent to him from some far-away place. You showed him so much kindness and love. Agitation crept into the back of his mind.

Yes, yes, you loved Moon too. In fact, you loved them both equally. You took so well to their individual love languages and needs. Moon wanted to be held and touched. He preferred physical affection. Sun, however, preferred words. Tell him he's a good boy and doing a good job. 

He decided he was going to paint you. He would put all of his love for you into his piece. Sun spent the next five hours painting you. Moon agreed Sun could stay out to finish his painting. Sun agreed when the painting was done Moon could come out without interruption. 

Sun painted you sleeping on a cloud in a sunset sky. Stars just starting to dot the sly. Two massive wings folded behind your back. Sun did not include the bags under our eyes. But didn't change anything else about you. He signed his name in the lower right corner.

Sun cleaned his mess and gathered the charcoal art supplies for Moon. He put the painting in the other room for safekeeping. He already knew exactly where he wanted to hang the piece. Sun turned the lights off to allow Moon out.

As they changed they wrapped their arms around themselves to hug each other. Moon let out a pleased hum as he fully became himself. He looked at the painting Sun had done "This looks great! You did a good job Sun." He could feel Sun shy away in their headspace.

With a chuckle, he made his way to you. You were still deep in sleep. Eyes darting back and forth in REM sleep. He sat down beside you and began to sketch his piece for you. He decided to depict you like the queen you are. His queen. His sovereign. 

That which makes his dark realm brighter. Each touch from you is a searing comfort. He would depict you on a throne of roses. Drapes in the softest looking fabrics and glowing brightly. He got to work. Pushing the charcoal around the canvas. This would be perfect for you.

When he was finished he decided it was nowhere near as perfect as you. He was sure you would like it though. The piece was set next to Sun's. Moon returned to you. He laid down beside you and pulled you into his frame. He ran his fingers slowly through your hair as you slept. 

When you woke up Sun was humming and petting your hair. His fans kicked on when you kissed him sleepily. The two of you stayed like that until you woke up more. When you were ready to go hunt for food he presented you with the art he and Moon had done.