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7. Our muses fall asleep together in a seemingly platonic way, but wake up cuddled close and enjoy this more than expected.
Hemera was a better navigator than he was a fighter. It was what he joined as and simply due to… circumstances, assignment as a fighter was inevitable, but that did not dull the knowledge or expertise he had in the other position. His fingers sometimes itched to refresh their muscle memory of the sphere, learning the updated controls, playing with the delicacies of maneuvering through three dimensions instead of simply… timing a trigger pull. Not that it didn’t have its own set of skill, the blond was an excellent fighter in his own right, but it was bothersome to be good at something and have the skill simply set aside, so any opportunity he had to nose his way into the navigator’s side of things, he took advantage of.
Luckily for him, Selene had a look of quiet frustration in the hanger bay staring over data pads and hardware for his ship and after much convincing - more convincing that Hemera wasn’t there to be an ass than anything - the reluctant navigator allowed him to peer into the engine to assist.
Back in his element, the fighter quickly opened up, and suddenly hours went by with the two of them noses and hands deep in software, hardware, trial runs, misfires, and funny noises trying to figure out exactly what the issue was with the spacecraft.
Midnight reared its ugly head on the two, both sitting on the cool floor pleased as they waited silently for Selene’s new configurations to download, staring at the screen while the small bar moved slowly across it.
Selene was the first to go. Eyes drooping while he rested his chin on a knee attempting to read over more data that wasn’t absorbing into his memory as much as he’d like until he dozed off with the fragile datapad in hand. Hemera unknowingly went next, sitting beside the navigator leaning against the warm machinery until comfort triumphed over weary eyes.
It wasn’t until the soft beep letting them know that their download was complete that Hemera lazily opened his eyes to realize he had moved significantly closer to the navigator. From his upright position, he had slid downwards, his head now comfortably rested on the side of Selene’s thigh with his body curled around his backside like a cat and his arm wrapped tenderly around as if to keep the warmth in closer.
He wasn’t sure if Selene could hear the beeping or if he was even awake, but groggy and tired, he blindly reached out to paw at the machine until the sound stopped and resumed his nap burying his face further into the side of Selene’s hip.
