I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
He doesn’t remember drifting into the pull of sleep, but it eagerly took him the moment he rode out the cramp and entirely melted in beside her, all the tension of his caution giving way to triumph and dreams. Undoubedtly worn weary in his own ways, it’s not the same bone-deep exhaustion, rather it’s finally being back in the rythym beside her that tugs on him so completely. A peace that doesn’t find him until this piece is part of it. She is home, in every possible way that matters.
The shift of her, too long and heavy to be sleep, is the first knock against consciousness. Off instinct alone, his fingers flex against her, an involuntary protest against whatever distance her movement might be trying to smuggle past him. The second knock is the soft slip of her palm gliding along his cheek, warmth pooling steadily in the wake of her contact. His head stirs, tilting into the feeling, just as his mouth twitches with habit more than thought to seal with hers.
Hey comes the third and final knock. One eye peels back slow and reluctant. Although he scarcely has vision through the heavy hang of lashes, the bleary image of her seeps in, enough to blink her into full focus as he rouses into a yawn. ”Hey,” he returns, voice smacking against the roof of his mouth as it leaves, still thick and deep, as if his breath has also been curled up and sleeping in his chest. A stretch offers her a rigid line to hook her knee against, spine and shoulders stiffening as his toes reach down deep beneath the sheets. He rolls out of it with a newfound zeal, curling her closer yet as his arm secures her weight more fully against him.
Briefly crosseyed as he glances down his nose at her, his smile breaks out a second dawn. ”You missed me?” he glows faintly, a reflection off the halo around her head, surely. He reaches up with two fingers to set it straight, folding the light behind her ear properly. ”Well, we can’t have that, can we? Guess we’ll have to stay here all day to make up for it.” He tilts his chin up, swiftly kissing the tip of her nose before it’s pulled away. ”Spirits, cancel all of our plans for the day!” he instructs the house, a finger flourishing in the air as if it’s a patient secretary waiting to jot this very message down.
The shift of her, too long and heavy to be sleep, is the first knock against consciousness. Off instinct alone, his fingers flex against her, an involuntary protest against whatever distance her movement might be trying to smuggle past him. The second knock is the soft slip of her palm gliding along his cheek, warmth pooling steadily in the wake of her contact. His head stirs, tilting into the feeling, just as his mouth twitches with habit more than thought to seal with hers.
Hey comes the third and final knock. One eye peels back slow and reluctant. Although he scarcely has vision through the heavy hang of lashes, the bleary image of her seeps in, enough to blink her into full focus as he rouses into a yawn. ”Hey,” he returns, voice smacking against the roof of his mouth as it leaves, still thick and deep, as if his breath has also been curled up and sleeping in his chest. A stretch offers her a rigid line to hook her knee against, spine and shoulders stiffening as his toes reach down deep beneath the sheets. He rolls out of it with a newfound zeal, curling her closer yet as his arm secures her weight more fully against him.
Briefly crosseyed as he glances down his nose at her, his smile breaks out a second dawn. ”You missed me?” he glows faintly, a reflection off the halo around her head, surely. He reaches up with two fingers to set it straight, folding the light behind her ear properly. ”Well, we can’t have that, can we? Guess we’ll have to stay here all day to make up for it.” He tilts his chin up, swiftly kissing the tip of her nose before it’s pulled away. ”Spirits, cancel all of our plans for the day!” he instructs the house, a finger flourishing in the air as if it’s a patient secretary waiting to jot this very message down.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
