Inbox: Abraxas

[philancer]

INBOX text / action / horizon Roses are red, violets are blue,
and right now it seems I'm missing you.
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[philancer]

You realize that's step one to a whole lot more things than just sleeping.

[ There's laughter in his tone as he drops back to the mattress, grinning at Claude all the while. His hand drops to slide up the outside of the man's leg, where it's still twined around his waist. Chuckling, his voice low and husky, he drags Claude closer so they're chest to chest now, bending his head to drop a kiss on the tip of his nose. ]

[godshattering]

It might be, but this step is a particularly important one. Don't go breaking my trust on it so quickly.

[ With a grin to match Sylvain's laughter since - well, he's not wrong, and it seems funnier to Claude to turn this into a joke. If there's a possibility he unconsciously means something besides joking around about sleeping and all this procrastination, that's beyond him at the moment.

Especially when he's pulled closer still to enjoy the warmth that comes along with it, when Sylvain leaves that kiss on his nose, when he studies the other's face with an aloofly smiling mask set in place - maybe it does cross his mind as in the same instant he considers whether it'd be worth putting yet another wall down, and then just as quickly abandons that idea. That hinges upon far too much with so many unknowns.

Instead he lifts a hand to again trail fingers along one side of Sylvain's jaw, smile shifting subtly again to something that's less of a stand-in for one. ]

See, this is the part where you get too comfortable to move and fall asleep. Works every time.

[philancer]

I will if you will.

[ His tone turns fond at that, gaze dropping to trace the curve of that smile. So many of Claude’s smiles are a puzzle in themselves and Sylvain is still piecing them together. This one, though, has him dropping his head enough to steal another kiss. ]

C’mere. [ A tug, as one arm twines about Claude’s waist and the other lifts to tuck his head in against Sylvain’s shoulder as he settles them comfortably and drags the sheet up over them. He knows Claude typically has difficulty sleeping, and while he sometimes has his ways around that, tonight he wants to see if they can just lull themselves there on their own. ]

Close your eyes.

[ A light brush of a kiss against his brow and then fingers card through his dark hair soothing, absently, maintaining the contact as he waits to see if Claude will relax. ]

[godshattering]

[ There's a huff of a laugh at that - threat? promise? - agreement about sleeping, if only because he still fully believes in what he'd said. Of all the times he's stayed in anyone's bed after the fact, rare as those times were to begin with, Claude can count practically on one hand the amount of times where he was the one sleep came to him first. That's a further guard he doesn't let down even after the one of ending up in bed in the first place, and this won't be any different. He's sure of it.

The arm around his waist leads him to settling into Sylvain's shoulder even before he's beckoned into doing so, as if some kind of magnet's drawn him there. It feels - secure, which he thinks is a funny word for his mind to have chosen over comfortable, but he doesn't dwell on it in favor of resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Fine, but only if you are, too.

[ Gotta stick to making sure Sylvain falls asleep too, after all. For the sake of it he'll close his own to make sure should the other make the completely reasonable move of checking whether they're actually both doing this. That means it's easier to focus on enjoying the hand in his hair and to relax a little bit more than has occurred to him by the time he considers that he's just resting his eyes. Definitely. It's nothing more than that in the ongoing attempt to make sure he's the last one awake.

What it actually means is that when sleep begins to creep in he doesn't even notice it happening, and his last thought might be something along the lines of feeling secure again, but it'll go unfinished as he finally drifts off. ]