[Exhaustion had its benefits. A dreamless sleep was one of them, and it was one of the reasons he chose to his exhaust himself before deciding to attempt sleep. He lay curled in Richard's arms, his own having lost the strength of its grip as he had gone to sleep and shifted a little but otherwise remained around his lover's waist.
Silco slowly came back to awareness, the scent and feel of Richard close to him allowing the illusion of this being a perfectly normal morning as it had been the last month. He sighed, keeping his eye closed and savouring the warmth of the blankets and the lithe body close to his own. He gave himself a few extra minutes like that, feeling tired yet still rested.
He shifted slightly, noting the weight over his feet and determining that to be Whitey. Otherwise, Richard's chin remained on the top of his head and arms held him close. He knew why, but he had promised himself he wouldn't mope more than a day. There was work to be done, and Jinx had an opportunity to return to him.
He kissed Richard's throat lightly before slowly extracting himself from his lover's warm embrace. He rose from the bed carefully, wincing with his injured leg even as he left the bed in order to go and relieve himself, wash his face and push his hair from falling into his face. He looked in the mirror; he still looked pale and tired but nothing like the night before at all.
He returned to the bed, finding his spot now occupied by the albino boar. He left the room to put on some coffee, thankfully electricity still worked in the houses. He had about ten minutes for a brew, so he limped his way back to the bedroom and was about to sit in the chair and rest there when he made the decision that he didn't want to.
He slipped into bed behind Richard in the precarious area on the edge of the mattress. He wrapped his arms around his sleeping lover and buried his face back into the relative safety at the back of Richard's neck. His fingers lightly stroked up and down the younger man's flat but muscular stomach.]
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Silco slowly came back to awareness, the scent and feel of Richard close to him allowing the illusion of this being a perfectly normal morning as it had been the last month. He sighed, keeping his eye closed and savouring the warmth of the blankets and the lithe body close to his own. He gave himself a few extra minutes like that, feeling tired yet still rested.
He shifted slightly, noting the weight over his feet and determining that to be Whitey. Otherwise, Richard's chin remained on the top of his head and arms held him close. He knew why, but he had promised himself he wouldn't mope more than a day. There was work to be done, and Jinx had an opportunity to return to him.
He kissed Richard's throat lightly before slowly extracting himself from his lover's warm embrace. He rose from the bed carefully, wincing with his injured leg even as he left the bed in order to go and relieve himself, wash his face and push his hair from falling into his face. He looked in the mirror; he still looked pale and tired but nothing like the night before at all.
He returned to the bed, finding his spot now occupied by the albino boar. He left the room to put on some coffee, thankfully electricity still worked in the houses. He had about ten minutes for a brew, so he limped his way back to the bedroom and was about to sit in the chair and rest there when he made the decision that he didn't want to.
He slipped into bed behind Richard in the precarious area on the edge of the mattress. He wrapped his arms around his sleeping lover and buried his face back into the relative safety at the back of Richard's neck. His fingers lightly stroked up and down the younger man's flat but muscular stomach.]