The aftermath is hazy. There's some small clean up and then Gustavain is curling them back down into bed together, moving with Phillip in a lazy motion of skin on skin, the feeling certainly one of a rest, a pause, but quite clear he fully intends there to be another round before either of them sleep.
His legs are tangled with Phillip's and he shifts them slowly, hands wandering and drawing him closer, but the vast majority of him is relaxed, his head coming to rest using Phillip's shoulder as a pillow.
"Thank you," he says, after a time, the gratitude open and honest, "for letting me have this. You can't possibly know what it means to me" It's a strange thing to say, a discordant note in the melody.
Fire raining from the sky. A fiend, bathed in light. The end of the world
He had to leave, then. What choice does he have now?
"How long before you attempt to kill me, Ascian?" there's no tension in him as he asks it, fingers trailing against Phillip's chest. He is one of the last. He is tired. "I suppose it would be easier while I slept, but it seems unsporting."
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His legs are tangled with Phillip's and he shifts them slowly, hands wandering and drawing him closer, but the vast majority of him is relaxed, his head coming to rest using Phillip's shoulder as a pillow.
"Thank you," he says, after a time, the gratitude open and honest, "for letting me have this. You can't possibly know what it means to me" It's a strange thing to say, a discordant note in the melody.
Fire raining from the sky. A fiend, bathed in light. The end of the world
He had to leave, then. What choice does he have now?
"How long before you attempt to kill me, Ascian?" there's no tension in him as he asks it, fingers trailing against Phillip's chest. He is one of the last. He is tired. "I suppose it would be easier while I slept, but it seems unsporting."