Sugar and Satin

Your name is Kanaya Maryam, and you are currently working on your newest masterpiece.

Yes.

Yes this is absolutely perfect.

Positively ingenious.

Undoubtingly magnificent!

From the soft, smooth feeling of the fabric to the bright radiant colors, you knew this was SURELY your best dress yet.

But you couldn't stop there. You're on a creative roll, and there was no way you were just going to let it fall short. Not after that awful slump you were in last month. No, there were colors to coordinate, fabrics to measure, blueprints to study-

There was a sudden CRASH.
Oh my. What in the heavens could that be? …Perhaps stacking all of those boxes on top of each other wasn't one of your brighter ideas. You turn around, expecting to cringe at the sight of loose materials and empty boxes scattered all over the floor.

…Well you weren't exactly wrong. Lying on the floor behind you is Gamzee Makara, your matesprit of four months, who had managed to bury himself under a mess of loose fabric and measuring tape.

You can't help but grin a bit. He's just so cute sometimes.

"Nice try, Makara. Trying to sneak up on me again?"

He just laughs, in that adorable half giggle, half honk, and there are no words to describe how cute this boy is. No words.

"Heh. Guess you all up and caught me. Uh… you mind helpin' a motherfucker up?"
"Of course."

You reach for his hand and pull him up, only to find that he's managed to tangle himself into a rediculous mess of measuring tape.

"You've really gotten yourself into quite a mess, haven't you?" you comment with a chuckle as you unwrap him from the measuring tape and place it back into its properly labeled drawer.

"Heh. I guess I have, haven't I?"
"You really should be more careful. I worry about you."
"Yeah well, I've been all up and worried about yo' face, too. Y'all shouldn't be workin' so motherfuckin' hard all the day, you know what I'm sayin'?"

You roll your eyes at that comment.
"I'm sorry, Gamzee, but I don't think you understand. Ther is simply too much work to be done."
"I may not be the most smartest guy in the world, but I know some stuff. And I KNOW you've gotta be pretty dang tired right now."
"Well..That is completely beside the point," you respond with a sigh.

You know he's right. It's been almost two weeks since you've slept, and you've been running on nothing but stale coffee and some sickeningly sugery human beverage you found while snooping around in Rose's room.
"Why don't you go ahead and take a chill pill, Kan?" Gamzee inquires, taking your hand in his and tugging you gently toward him. You respond with a light smile.
"Well…okay," you reply, blushing faintly.
He sits down at the edge of the bed and you follow. He looks at you and grins, and you grin back, pulling him into a hug. Wow, his shirt is so soft. Not fashionable in the least, but… soft. So…sof…t…

Your name is Kanaya Maryam, and you are no longer able to stay awake. For the first time in what feels like forever, you've fallen into a deep sleep in your matesprit's arms.

Finally.