September Catchall

[silky_bearing]

🧙 WHO: Lorenz & mostly fellow Deer
⚔️️ WHAT: A little questing, a little floating
🕒 WHEN: September
🗺️ WHERE: places he probably shouldn't be
⚠️ WARNINGS: this dramatic fool. Some internalized homophobia in the Claude thread most likely.

Comments

[silky_bearing]

"Stay..." Soft and hopeful and he's already shifting to lean his head against Claude when he realizes that could be taken as an order by whatever magic has bound them.

"For as long as you like, I mean. You don't have to." For as worried about being able to sleep as he is once he's settled in against the other man he's warm and surprisingly content.

[leicesters]

"All right, I'll stay," Claude says, reaching to touch the other man's hair, brushing aside a few stray strands that had come loose from the braid. He still marvels at how soft and smooth his hair is, no matter how many times he touches it.

"Sleep well, Lorenz."

[silky_bearing]

It's probably a bit surprising as well, how easily the braid begins to fall out. His hair is too fine and too silken to hold any styling without something to give it more texture. Even the gentle touch Claude uses now is enough to have more spilling out of the braid. Not that Lorenz minds terribly, not with Claude's fingers in his hair again.

"You should.... find something to read." Mumbled into the pillow, one last thought that it would be maddeningly boring for a man like Claude to sit here and watch him sleep. Whatever he might respond with, though, doesn't make it through the haze of exhaustion weighing him down. Before long Lorenz is curled tightly against him, fast asleep.

[leicesters]

"I will," Claude reassures him as Lorenz drifts off. He looks so peaceful and content, and Claude's hand stills so as not to disturb him, feeling a warm surge of affection for the other man. He can't remember the last time he'd seen him like that... Never, really, given the Lorenz of old would never let his guard down around him in the first place.

When he's sure Lorenz's breathing has evened out fully and he's in a deep sleep, Claude slowly rises, kissing his temple gently before going to find a book -- no doubt one of the many poetry books Lorenz is bound to have collected in his time here -- and settling into the armchair. He'll remain there for the rest of the evening, until he finally drifts off to sleep as well.