Breakfast Is Served (Lucien)

 October is ADHD awareness month and thus it has been declared by Stephen, giver of writing prompts, that October is also now Lucien awareness month. Anyhow, have a mini fic of fluff because even professional assassins need some downtime.

Prompt: begin a story with the sound of breakfast sizzling on a stovetop

Sizzle, that’s a strange sound, and one that draws me out of sleep to find an even stranger thing, Isabelle standing at the stove seemingly making scrambled eggs. “How’d you get in here?” I question her, sitting up and rubbing any remainder of sleep away from my eyes. “Through the front door.” She replies, pointing a spatula toward the gated area separating the flat from the rest of the ruined fortress. There’s a suspicious quietness coming from the hallway immediately outside the gate “you didn’t kill Dennis did you?” Thankfully the answer is no, she simply knocked out the patrolling dark guardian, however one does that.

He makes good target practice due to his fondness of standing outside the gate and staring at me with those empty quite literally dead eyes, and I enjoy his company greatly when no one else is around to talk to. Much better than talking to myself, at least he gives some sort of response. “So you broke into my house just to make breakfast, couldn’t do that somewhere else?” Issy makes a noise and otherwise ignores me until I get up and cross the room over to where she cooks, and oh now there’s vegetables mixed in- must be an omelet.

 “I could have made or gotten breakfast elsewhere but I ran out of eggs three days ago” she flips over one omelet and then the other “and besides, Vicente knows you sometimes forget breakfast and wanted me to drop off the apples you needed.” Excellent news all around, a reminder to eat three meals a day, a reason for Issy to not hole herself up somewhere and actually go do things, and the batch of apples I do desperately need for my next round of contracts. Why get all gruesome and bloody when a well poisoned snack does the trick? Bloodless, discrete, usually painless and rather quick death, it’s a perfect way to complete contracts with barely any work. One just has to be careful to not mix them up with typical apples or it’s lights out…permanently.

As I ponder the uses of poisoned apples and mentally remind myself I need to buy more food for Shadowmere soon Issy finishes what she’s doing and draws me out of my thoughts with “breakfast is served.” Sliding a plate my way with a delightful presentation of an omelet filled with whatever way laying around, some spare meat that needed to be used, and some sliced up fruit all in the shape of a smiley face. Her plate looks similar and she looks rather pleased with herself as she finishes arranging it.

For someone who usually looks so grim and shadowy, knowing the real person behind the facade is surprisingly wholesome is an interesting experience. I suppose the same could be said about me, to most people I’m oh so scary Lucien LaChance speaker of the dark brotherhood and all that, and while yes I do in fact kill people for a living, most people don’t know how much I love my horse, my friends, that I enjoy music, like to read, and prefer my chicken breaded and in the shape of farm animals- I think it’s funny.

Grabbing two forks out of a nearby drawer I hand one to Issy, we hit them together briefly in a form of toast, which makes me think to make some later, and begin eating before it gets cold. No point in sitting at the table, sometimes you just need to stand in your kitchen eating an omelet at nine in the morning with your best friend who broke into your house to make eggs. Breakfast is served and it is delicious…Issy should break in places more often…especially if food is involved.