[ By now, the press of his teeth is a familiar thing, though this is far gentler than he's been before. He still takes it for what it is, sighing contently and squeezing his arm in much the same fashion. ]
Rest assured, I feel quite cared for at the moment.
[ The physical marks, he can heal on his own. There's cleaning up, getting water, all the things that should be included in aftercare according to his studies.
But they've never been conventional about anything before. Why not also this? ]
[Though, in truth, he was beginning to get drowsy. The exhaustion, the warmth, the unfamiliar feeling of calm and safety. It was a recipe for disaster. But there were no additional eyes in his flat, at least, no easy way to be caught. It wouldn't hurt them to lay there a bit longer, wrapped in this embrace.
The dragon curls in a little tighter to Anduin's grip, and allows his eyes to drift shut.]
[ It goes against their rule. They've been so careful up to this point, so deliberate in when and how they spend their time together.
But in the warm light of Wrathion's bedroom-turned-den, and with the radiant heat of the dragon's embrace as warm as a crackling hearth at his back, it's impossible to resist the tugging threads of exhaustion that have weighed on him. The last thing that crosses his mind as he closes his eyes is the idle thought that maybe, just maybe--
I guess if they tell you but... what if they don't?
--he might have an answer, now.
And Anduin, for the first time in days, sinks into a sound and peaceful sleep, tangled in the arms of the Black Prince. ]
When he wakes, there is a tackiness upon their skin that causes an uncomfortable sensation to slide down his spine when he shifts himself. Immediately, he becomes aware of the fact that he had, in fact, fallen asleep. He was awake now because his mouth was try, and his body craved water.
Anduin was still there. They had broken their rule.
In less serious offenses, he might have said something along the lines of "rules were made to be broken", but this -- this put them at risk. It was why the rule had been established in the first place.
He should wake him.
Instead, he merely contemplates waking him while carefully unwinding one of his arms from Anduin's grip upon him. It is a challenge to engage in minimal movement while he rolls back to reach for the water bottle he had left on the bedside nightstand. The bottle tips into his hand after some creative maneuvering, and he uses his teeth to pull the cap off to drink from it.
And then he looks back down at Anduin, sleeping so soundly that he can barely see him breathe and for a while, he just watches him, attention drifting between the water and the blacked out window, where it is impossible to see the hour of the day.
Somewhere between all of it, he lets his eyes drift shut again. He would wake eventually, and then they would manage the problem.]
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[ By now, the press of his teeth is a familiar thing, though this is far gentler than he's been before. He still takes it for what it is, sighing contently and squeezing his arm in much the same fashion. ]
Rest assured, I feel quite cared for at the moment.
[ The physical marks, he can heal on his own. There's cleaning up, getting water, all the things that should be included in aftercare according to his studies.
But they've never been conventional about anything before. Why not also this? ]
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Then I suppose that is all that matters.
[Though, in truth, he was beginning to get drowsy. The exhaustion, the warmth, the unfamiliar feeling of calm and safety. It was a recipe for disaster. But there were no additional eyes in his flat, at least, no easy way to be caught. It wouldn't hurt them to lay there a bit longer, wrapped in this embrace.
The dragon curls in a little tighter to Anduin's grip, and allows his eyes to drift shut.]
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But in the warm light of Wrathion's bedroom-turned-den, and with the radiant heat of the dragon's embrace as warm as a crackling hearth at his back, it's impossible to resist the tugging threads of exhaustion that have weighed on him. The last thing that crosses his mind as he closes his eyes is the idle thought that maybe, just maybe--
I guess if they tell you but... what if they don't?
--he might have an answer, now.
And Anduin, for the first time in days, sinks into a sound and peaceful sleep, tangled in the arms of the Black Prince. ]
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When he wakes, there is a tackiness upon their skin that causes an uncomfortable sensation to slide down his spine when he shifts himself. Immediately, he becomes aware of the fact that he had, in fact, fallen asleep. He was awake now because his mouth was try, and his body craved water.
Anduin was still there. They had broken their rule.
In less serious offenses, he might have said something along the lines of "rules were made to be broken", but this -- this put them at risk. It was why the rule had been established in the first place.
He should wake him.
Instead, he merely contemplates waking him while carefully unwinding one of his arms from Anduin's grip upon him. It is a challenge to engage in minimal movement while he rolls back to reach for the water bottle he had left on the bedside nightstand. The bottle tips into his hand after some creative maneuvering, and he uses his teeth to pull the cap off to drink from it.
And then he looks back down at Anduin, sleeping so soundly that he can barely see him breathe and for a while, he just watches him, attention drifting between the water and the blacked out window, where it is impossible to see the hour of the day.
Somewhere between all of it, he lets his eyes drift shut again. He would wake eventually, and then they would manage the problem.]