[ Sylvain is not - has never been, likely never will be - a morning person. So it’s not unusual to find him lazing in bed as long as possible, refusing to get up - or sometimes even wake up - without a great deal of resistance. Sometimes purely out of sheer stubbornness. Or spite! That works, too.
This morning is not one of those times, however. He’s awake in the early hours of the morning, despite the long, eventful day before and despite the fact that he’s cozily cuddled up in Basch’s bed, stretched out comfortably with his lover currently sound asleep on his chest.
His fingers absently trace along the line of the man’s shoulder and arm where it’s wrapped around his waist, his other arm propped beneath his head like a pillow as he stares at the ceiling. Well. Not really at the ceiling. He’s too lost in thought to be staring at anything, really. ]
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Morning After Talks
Date: 2024-08-03 03:15 am (UTC)This morning is not one of those times, however. He’s awake in the early hours of the morning, despite the long, eventful day before and despite the fact that he’s cozily cuddled up in Basch’s bed, stretched out comfortably with his lover currently sound asleep on his chest.
His fingers absently trace along the line of the man’s shoulder and arm where it’s wrapped around his waist, his other arm propped beneath his head like a pillow as he stares at the ceiling. Well. Not really at the ceiling. He’s too lost in thought to be staring at anything, really. ]