[ Sorey doesn't quite make it to the very last page before he notes the other's breathing evening out, his own sturdy form more fully supporting Mikleo's lighter build.
The first time he's slept in six weeks, huh... Well then, Sorey will do all he can to make sure it's as peaceful as it is restful, whether being awake all this while was by choice or not.
So, he'll close the journal, turning in toward his friend in kind. Gently as possible, an arm loops over him, laced fingers in tow. Legs come up, that larger, warmer body creating a sort of protective shell around his friend while he rests. Lastly, a chin to nestle atop a snowy head; but, before that--...
A kiss. Just one. Chaste, soft, and silent, so as not to disturb, it's a mere note left upon pale hair. As much as he might chide himself for it when morning comes, in this moment, it seems the right thing to do, somehow. Then and only then, Sorey's eyes close as well.
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Date: 2017-12-13 07:08 pm (UTC)The first time he's slept in six weeks, huh... Well then, Sorey will do all he can to make sure it's as peaceful as it is restful, whether being awake all this while was by choice or not.
So, he'll close the journal, turning in toward his friend in kind. Gently as possible, an arm loops over him, laced fingers in tow. Legs come up, that larger, warmer body creating a sort of protective shell around his friend while he rests. Lastly, a chin to nestle atop a snowy head; but, before that--...
A kiss. Just one. Chaste, soft, and silent, so as not to disturb, it's a mere note left upon pale hair. As much as he might chide himself for it when morning comes, in this moment, it seems the right thing to do, somehow. Then and only then, Sorey's eyes close as well.
Sleep well, Mikleo. ]