PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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week 5, pre trial

[swordhandled]

[ owain has currently set up a nice little nest for gerome to cozy up in, getting blankets and pillows for him to cozy up on

and fluffing one of the pillows ] Is this enough?

[maskarang]

[ minerva is absolutely enjoying the nest. she's situated herself on literally half the pillows and is snoozing merrily

gerome is less than enthused, but he knows better than to express it too openly. owain is trying, minerva is happy, and while this is excessive, he appreciates the care. kind of. like, he also hates it? but he appreciates the thought. ] ... It is.

[swordhandled]

[ looks up at him, still slightly frowning ] Are you sure? I could go get the other pillows from my room. I want to make sure you're comfortable.

[maskarang]

—No! That is... I. [ gods, not those pillows?? he refuses to lean on owain's idol's face!! it doesn't matter how comfortable the pillow is or how injured he is! ]

This is more than enough, Owain. Any more and you would spend the entire night fluffing pillows.

[swordhandled]

What is a few hours less of sleep if it means that you're well, Gerome?

[maskarang]

[ !?! ] Don't be absurd. How could I be well at the cost of your health?

[swordhandled]

A night or so of less sleep won't be too detrimental to my health.

[maskarang]

... No. [ picking up a pillow and lightly swatting it at owain's face. ] There are better times to be stubborn. I sleep with you or not at all.

[swordhandled]

[ chuckles, taking that pillow out of his hands ] Fine, but the offer is always open.

[maskarang]

And it will always be rejected. Graciously.

[swordhandled]

[ a beat and then a grin ] Though Ike's ample bosom is quite comfortable.

1/2

[maskarang]

[ a long pause ]

[maskarang]

[ q u i e t l y ] Is mine?

[swordhandled]

[ leans in and presses a small kiss to his lips before pulling away ] Far more comfortable, however you can't rest on your own chest.

[maskarang]

[ good, even though it's blatantly untrue that he's more comfortable than a pillow. ] Hm. Perhaps not, but my fiance can.

[swordhandled]

Perhaps once you're well. Though, would you care to rest on your fiance's chest?

[maskarang]

... If it isn't too bold a request. [ he says despite doing much bolder things ]

[swordhandled]

Nothing will be too bold for you to request.

[ shifts so he's lying on the bed and gently reaches for gerome to pull him towards him ]

[maskarang]

[ all these pillows and where does his head end up? with flushed cheeks on owain's chest. truly, it's the simple things in life ]

[swordhandled]

[ gently running his hands through gerome's hair as he rests against him ]

[maskarang]

[ mm. they should lie like this more often. he nestles in close and closes his eyes peacefully ] Was it "sunset"?

[swordhandled]

It was, yes.

[maskarang]

That makes yours night.

[swordhandled]

What kind of night?

[maskarang]

[ idly tracing lines and circles over owain's abdomen as he thinks. if it's owain— ] Early morning during summer. When the night becomes quiet save for the sound of chirping cicadas, the moon shines its brightest, and the breeze carries with it a gentle warmth.