[ Mikleo finds those movements soothing - to the point where he feels himself relax against Sorey, hand giving another gentle squeeze as he feels his eyes begin to grow heavier and heavier. Idly, he reads over a little where Sorey is - wanting to know where he is in his journal. ]
[ As he continues reading, Sorey squeezes that hand in kind, a gesture to say all those things he would say verbally, if he knew Mikleo would take comfort in them: I'm here; I'm not leaving; I'll be here when you wake up.
I promise.
Though those violet eyes are still visible for now, he can feel the other sinking into him, slowly letting himself relax. So, to accommodate, Sorey remains quiet, motionless save for that joined hand. ]
[ He appreciates the sentiment - though there's a part of him that still doubts. It's just him being realistic, but... he doesn't want Sorey to worry about him or how it might be affecting him. He wants to be strong for the both of them, as well.
So he squeezes that hand once more, moving all the closer to him. It's a sleepy, half sort of lazy movement - if only because he's slipping further unto sleep. ]
[ That's just like Mikleo, isn't it? Like both of them, really, to think of the other's thoughts and feelings; to try to assure and reassure, even when it might seem unnecessary.
The truth of it is, in the end, only time will tell who is right and who is wrong. But here and now, they're together again, against all odds. This is as close as they've ever been, too.
So, forget the page marker he'd set -- once he sees those eyes close and feels the other's body fully rest against him, he'll gently close the journal for the night and turn in. Sure, it's not exactly what he said he'd do, but he'll still be keeping his promise. ]
[ By the time that Sorey is finished reading, Mikleo is already fast asleep. He turns slightly in his sleep when Sorey moves - further making himself comfortable against the other.
He can't help but feel at peace - comfortable when Sorey's so close to him like this. ]
[ 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.
[ there's a soft noise of acknowledgment at the kiss - one that sounds near pleased. And quietly, slowly he moves closer to Sorey. It's a way to be closer to a source of warmth -- a place of comfort to Mikleo.
He'll sleep soundly like this, curled up so close to Sorey.
He hopes that his best friend will also find comfort. ]
[ It's not long after that that sleep takes Sorey with surprising haste.
There, warm and comfortable as he is, coiled around his best friend, he sleeps until morning. They sleep, rather; a lovingly-twined mess, book still on the bed, blankets ignored at its foot.
...
The intrusive peek of bright sunlight through a bit of uncovered window summons Sorey awake some hours later to find himself... in the exact same place. Position and all. Nothing has changed. It's a bit atypical of him, yes; but not unexpected, given who still rests against him.
Seeing and feeling that brings a sleepy, but broad smile to his face. He won't wake Mikleo -- not deliberately, at least. But he won't stifle a thumb from rubbing back and forth either, just as gently as ever before. ]
It's strange, but that movement around his hand makes him want to sleep all the more - and so, he does - shifting ever so slightly before falling right back asleep. He feels as though he's being lulled to sleep again - as though Sorey's mere presence is just relaxing him far more than what he's felt in months. ]
[ At some point, Sorey dozes too. But this time, when he wakes, he finds them facing each other, hands still linked between them. Mikleo's eyes are closed, face slack, and breathing even... so he must still be asleep. Or back there. Either way.
Words fall short of describing how it warms Sorey's heart to see his best friend finally getting some too-well-earned rest after long and stressful weeks of research amid total chaos. Truly, he's earned this. Still rubbing that hand, the brunette inches in just slightly, and before settling his head into a new, comfortable position, pauses to press a discreet kiss to a sweep of silvery hair just above closed eyes.
[ It's the kiss that awakens him once more - eyes blinking open slowly but surely. Mikleo might not sleep, but he's never quite been a morning person. Though, somehow - it's that feel of warmth on hair that awakens him just enough to finally be awake for the morning. ]
... Good morning. [ He blinks a bit before realizing just where he was. Had they both not moved all night? ]
[ Sorey is too relaxed, already near to dozing all over again when he hears his best friend's voice. ]
Morning, Mikleo.
[ There's a muted sort of excitement to his tone that tells just how happy he is to wake to find Mikleo nestled so close to him. Honestly, it's kind of a wonder that the seraph hasn't pulled back yet... But, since he hasn't, Sorey chances a brief, loving card of fingers through pale hair. ]
[ Mikleo's cheeks flush ever so slightly at how close they are - even more so at the movement of hands moving through hair. Though... it is nice-- his eyes dart away for a moment. He doesn't move away, however. ]
... I slept fine. [ He says softly. More than fine. He slept well. In fact, he knows he could sleep longer if he really wanted to. ]
[ Sorey slept like a rock and he’s not ashamed to admit it. ]
I guess you were right -- I must’ve needed it.
[ That, or he was just too comfortable to stay awake, which is also highly plausible. Still, he chuckles somewhat and glances elsewhere briefly before turning his eyes back to Mikleo’s face. ]
Thanks for staying with me, by the way. I think having you here helped.
[ Helped both of us, he means, but won’t say as much. ]
[ For a moment, Mikleo wants to reach out to Sorey - to brush his hair behind his ear and card his hand through hair just as Sorey was. However, he stops himself short. ]
... If I hadn't slept here, you probably would have read all night. [ He says softly. ] But... I didn't mind it. [ Not at all. He'd be perfectly fine with sleeping here another night, too. ]
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I promise.
Though those violet eyes are still visible for now, he can feel the other sinking into him, slowly letting himself relax. So, to accommodate, Sorey remains quiet, motionless save for that joined hand. ]
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So he squeezes that hand once more, moving all the closer to him. It's a sleepy, half sort of lazy movement - if only because he's slipping further unto sleep. ]
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The truth of it is, in the end, only time will tell who is right and who is wrong. But here and now, they're together again, against all odds. This is as close as they've ever been, too.
So, forget the page marker he'd set -- once he sees those eyes close and feels the other's body fully rest against him, he'll gently close the journal for the night and turn in. Sure, it's not exactly what he said he'd do, but he'll still be keeping his promise. ]
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He can't help but feel at peace - comfortable when Sorey's so close to him like this. ]
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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. ]
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He'll sleep soundly like this, curled up so close to Sorey.
He hopes that his best friend will also find comfort. ]
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There, warm and comfortable as he is, coiled around his best friend, he sleeps until morning. They sleep, rather; a lovingly-twined mess, book still on the bed, blankets ignored at its foot.
...
The intrusive peek of bright sunlight through a bit of uncovered window summons Sorey awake some hours later to find himself... in the exact same place. Position and all. Nothing has changed. It's a bit atypical of him, yes; but not unexpected, given who still rests against him.
Seeing and feeling that brings a sleepy, but broad smile to his face. He won't wake Mikleo -- not deliberately, at least. But he won't stifle a thumb from rubbing back and forth either, just as gently as ever before. ]
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It's strange, but that movement around his hand makes him want to sleep all the more - and so, he does - shifting ever so slightly before falling right back asleep. He feels as though he's being lulled to sleep again - as though Sorey's mere presence is just relaxing him far more than what he's felt in months. ]
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Words fall short of describing how it warms Sorey's heart to see his best friend finally getting some too-well-earned rest after long and stressful weeks of research amid total chaos. Truly, he's earned this. Still rubbing that hand, the brunette inches in just slightly, and before settling his head into a new, comfortable position, pauses to press a discreet kiss to a sweep of silvery hair just above closed eyes.
I'll be right here. You just rest. ]
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... Good morning. [ He blinks a bit before realizing just where he was. Had they both not moved all night? ]
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Morning, Mikleo.
[ There's a muted sort of excitement to his tone that tells just how happy he is to wake to find Mikleo nestled so close to him. Honestly, it's kind of a wonder that the seraph hasn't pulled back yet... But, since he hasn't, Sorey chances a brief, loving card of fingers through pale hair. ]
How'd you sleep?
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... I slept fine. [ He says softly. More than fine. He slept well. In fact, he knows he could sleep longer if he really wanted to. ]
What about you?
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[ Sorey slept like a rock and he’s not ashamed to admit it. ]
I guess you were right -- I must’ve needed it.
[ That, or he was just too comfortable to stay awake, which is also highly plausible. Still, he chuckles somewhat and glances elsewhere briefly before turning his eyes back to Mikleo’s face. ]
Thanks for staying with me, by the way. I think having you here helped.
[ Helped both of us, he means, but won’t say as much. ]
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... If I hadn't slept here, you probably would have read all night. [ He says softly. ] But... I didn't mind it. [ Not at all. He'd be perfectly fine with sleeping here another night, too. ]
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Hey! You don't know that!
[ Yes he does.
A pause, long enough to let all that slip away. ]
I'm glad. [ He swallows. ]
So, if you didn't mind it... would you want to, maybe... do it again?
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[ Honestly, they might have had different houses at home, but doing this doesn't feel all that bad, either. In fact, it's... rather nice. ]
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Yeah. [ A small pause. ] I guess it isn’t exactly something new for us, is it?
[ But it feels new. And waking up next to -- no, curled around -- Mikleo like he did? Now that’s something he thinks he might never tire of. ]
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[ He's sure that Sorey knows exactly what he means. ]
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[ And something inside him does an excited little flutter at the next piece, which he can’t bring him to say aloud:
You feel it too?
But it’s much too soon for talk like that. Mikleo will withdraw from it, and that’s the last thing he wants. ]
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Come on. You should eat something.