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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 26, 2021 20:49:25 GMT -5
Parker took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before he answered. "No," he answered in an matching tone. There was another pause. Then a decision reached. Uncrossing his arms, the younger man walked over and closed the distance that had been between them. Without looking up at his lover, Parker let his head fall to his shoulder, letting that be the only point of contanct for the moment and letting Sol decided if he wanted to do anything more. "No, stay," he repeated.
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Anya found a second night of peaceful sleep. So much so that when she finally woke up in the morning, she was laying exactly as she had fallen asleep. Well, mostly. Seth had positioned them so they were laying at some point in the night, which wasn't surprising. It wouldn't have done either of them any good to sleep sitting up.
For a moment, she laid there in the circle of his arms, face pressed into his chest and just listening to the sound of his breathing. It was peaceful and she was laoth to ruin it by getting up or turning over. Yet there was a nagging curiousity growingin her mind. Seth had started to draw, but she had fallen asleep well before a lot of progress was made. How long had he gone before calling it a night? Carefully, she lifted her head to see if Seth was awake or not.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 26, 2021 21:25:32 GMT -5
And it was that final apology that had did it. Parker felt a couple of the tears he was holding back slip down onto Sol's shirt as he lifted his arms to hug around the other man's waist. He didn't say anything, but the way he clung to his shirt and small tremble of his hands told more than words. He didn't trust himself to say much else.
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Seeing him still asleep, Anya took a moment to just admired the scene. It was rare to be up before Seth, and she was going to soak in the sight. Eventually though, she did slowly, carefully, mauver herself so she could look for ther sketchbook. She found it on the bedside table.
There was a moment of hesitation as she worked out how the best way to grab it was going to be. Getting out of bed was no option. That would wake Seth for sure. So that only left reaching over him and hoping for the best. So she did. Seth barely stirred as she retook her spot, a fact which surprised her greatly. Worry sparked in her chest. Had he lost too much blood yesterday? Or was he simply exhausted? She took a minute to study his breathing pattern, and only when they were deemed normal did she allow herself to open the sketchbook.
She found the picture easily, and it took her breath away. It was a scene with him in a mirror, possibly the day he had come back from finding out Parker was already out of the country. It was surely Seth, no doubt about it, but the emotions written on his face were stronger than she had ever seen in any portrait. It broke her heart to look at it, seeing Seth portrayed in such a way. Then she remembered that he drew what he felt, and then she was hurting for himi for all new reasons.
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