[ He chuckles, sliding a hand over Sylvain's warm shoulders and kissing his hair. ]
You don't have to. I'll be back.
[ He slips away, pulling on a loose pair of flowing pants to wander down to the kitchen. He has a small staff, but he had already told them to take today off. Now, he gets to work making breakfast, which he situates on a tray.
When he returns, it's with tea and coffee and eggs and sausage thick sweet bread and jam and fruit. Some part of him is worried he'll find the room empty or barred against him, but Sylvain is in the exact position he left him.
He positions the tray on the bed, far enough neither will kick it, then lays a hand on Sylvain's shoulder, shaking gently. ]
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You don't have to. I'll be back.
[ He slips away, pulling on a loose pair of flowing pants to wander down to the kitchen. He has a small staff, but he had already told them to take today off. Now, he gets to work making breakfast, which he situates on a tray.
When he returns, it's with tea and coffee and eggs and sausage thick sweet bread and jam and fruit. Some part of him is worried he'll find the room empty or barred against him, but Sylvain is in the exact position he left him.
He positions the tray on the bed, far enough neither will kick it, then lays a hand on Sylvain's shoulder, shaking gently. ]
Are you hungry, sweet?