more hurt/comfort, neverending

[swordfucker]

[Sometimes, it's just too difficult to sleep. The thoughts, the responsibilities, the nightmares that are likely to show up. Guren is tired of it all, and when staring at his ceiling just won't do the trick, he decides to take a walk.

It wasn't surprising to find himself walking to Bluo. There was no real intention to bother anyone at this hour. The stars were bright against an unnaturally dark sky, even if the water won't properly reflect them when it's this murky in the harbor. It's late, and even as he moves to pass by Dextera's house, look at their tulips, he doesn't expect to see him outside, as well.

He moves up quietly, though he doesn't make any attempt to hide his approaching footsteps. Near the water, looking at the sky, it seems that Dextera wasn't able to fall asleep, either.]

Can't sleep? [So, he speaks up, settling down to sit beside him without asking, and giving him a curious look. Maybe it's something he can help with.]

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[swordfucker]

[It's amazing how warmth can spread so quickly from his fingertips to his heart to the rest of him. His lips crack at more of a smile, and he steps closer, his still damp hand resting at the back of Dextera's head as he leans down the small distance for a kiss, barely moving their hands aside.]

[passio]

[ they'll have to find a way to bathe, later, but luckily, the house is pretty well set-up for convenience—even if every member of their little home is used to roughing it, most of them also would prefer to be able to relax whenever possible. a nice hot bath is not at all out of the question. ]

...

[ dextera closes his eyes for the duration of the kiss, and sighs against guren's face in the moment before they break apart. he's happy. ]

[swordfucker]

[Sweet... So sweet. Guren presses his lips once more, to Dextera's forehead, before he pulls back completely. Then, it's a gentle tug at their joined hands, and he's leading him inside. Quietly! They can't wake anyone.]

Let's get some sleep together.