got the idea of sprite and kingo sneaking into gils room at night because of a recipe or something and they don't know thena is sleeping there too watching them and in the end thena scares the shit out of them
"Shut up!"
"I wasn't saying anything!" Kingo whispered back to his very cranky sister as they continued down the hall.
"You're doing this," she hissed at him, waving her arms around. "Cut it out."
"Hey, I'm just being ready for a fight," he argued in his own defense. "You never know who might be wandering around."
"Relax dude," Sprite rolled her eyes, although she wasn't moving much faster than Kingo at this point. "Ikaris is on watch, and I haven't seen Thena since dinner."
"Right," Kingo sighed, shuffling along with their grey robes swaying gently around them. "It was probably a long day for her. With any luck she'll actually be asleep."
Sprite grinned, "and Gil made her favourite. You know how his food knocks her right out."
It was true, dinner had been hearty and filling, even Thena having more than one serving. Although maybe that had more to do with Gil eagerly refilling her bowl before she could even ask.
Kingo exhaled as they finally arrived at the door they were after. It was identical to all the others, but this one surely had the recipe they were after. "Ready?"
Sprite merely rolled her eyes at him, engaging the door and holding her breath as it slid open silently. They walked through and she idly left an illusion of it in the empty doorway (just in case they needed a quick escape).
"Hm," Kingo noted gently as they walked into Gil's room. It was identical to all their personal quarters: small and underwhelming. He turned to Sprite, "if there were less of us do you think we'd get bigger rooms?"
"No, there'd just be more room for ship stuff," she whispered back as they took in the books Gil had accumulated. They mostly seemed to be journals, probably about food--maybe some booze recipes.
Everyone had their own personal affects, even as eternal beings who had no need for physical keepsakes of life. Sersi was actually the most notorious for it, with her little human trinkets. Druig had the occasional thing that Makkari would give him from her own covetous stash of stolen goods.
Kingo and Sprite jumped slightly as Gil grunted and adjusted in the bed. They both looked, checking to see if he was still asleep, and froze.
Thena was sleeping with him, her forehead pressed to his chest, her arms pinned close. One of her hands was slipping into the collar of his robes to touch the side of his neck!
Kingo eyed Sprite, lowering his voice to an even quieter whisper, "what do we do?"
Sprite pressed her finger to her lips with a glare.
Kingo made a face. What do we do?!
I don't know! Sprite signed back, also frozen on the spot in the face of the great predator. If they woke her, it would be trouble enough, and that was outside of what she would do if she knew they were trying to pilfer something from poor Gil.
Kingo pointed to the book in Sprite's hand, leave it. Time to bail.
Sprite shook her head, beginning the process of tiptoeing out of the room. They had gotten what they came for, there was no abandoning it now.
Kingo followed suit, never taking his eyes off the bed with the Strongest and Warrior Eternal in it. It was kind of gross, but also kind of cute, seeing them all cuddled up. They got pretty small beds for their quarters, so it made sense that they were practically on top of one another.
Sprite turned within the threshold of her illusion and waved her hand for him to hurry up.
"Leave it."
Both Eternals flinched. Kingo straightened, hiding his hands behind his back.
"Save it," Thena murmured from the cocoon of Gilgamesh's arms. There were no signs that she was awake other than her clear and sharp speech. "I was awake as soon as the door opened."
They should have known. Sprite and Kingo traded a defeated look between them. Their mission was always doomed. "We didn't-"
"Out."
"Right, right," Kingo sighed, tiptoeing a little more quickly the rest of the way out. "Sorry, T."
"Put the recipe back."
Sprite rolled her eyes at her bossy sister but slumped back into the room to do just that. "Snitch."
"If you so desire it, ask him," Thena argued, still frighteningly still whether asleep or awake. She added, "nicely."
Sprite flipped her middle finger at Thena, but her eyes were still closed. If anything, Gil tightened his arms around her, pulling the blonde closer and nestling his head in a better position against hers. Sprite made a silent face of gagging.
Kingo rolled his eyes, "come on, Sprite. We've been caught fair and square."
Sprite huffed but joined him in the hall again. Of course he would take Thena's side. And she did have to admit, she had never seen Thena actually...relaxed, like this. Sprite dispelled her illusion, preparing to close the door again.
"Who was that?"
"No one," Thena whispered back to Gil, whose voice was bleary and faint. She paused, and the distinct sound of lips on lips was heard, "go back to sleep."
Sprite's eyes went wide. She made half a step to go back inside and see for herself what was happening, but Kingo caught the neck of her robes and dragged her away kicking and whispering. "Dude! That's-"
"Really going to get us killed?--I agree," he hissed at her, dragging her off and away from their sister and her lover.
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