PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[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.

[swordhandled]

[ owain's smile grows more brilliant at that. he leans forward to press a quick kiss to the top of gerome's head ] My favorite kind of nights.

[maskarang]

They've always been pleasant. I'm surprised to learn you feel the same way.

[swordhandled]

I love the cold, but the warmth that summer brings is such a blessing for Regna Ferox.