(( It was a loaded day. Too full of danger and adrenaline and heated feelings and more restrained but equally heated feelings. Emmanuel couldn't say which exhausted him more: the fighting or everything that came after. Upon returning with some toiletries, a couple changes of clothes for both of them, and some instant food they can cook up in the microwave, he didn't even bother trying to wake Horus. If he doesn't sleep much and he's asleep now, he must need the rest.
Emmanuel sits carefully on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. Something Horus may have noticed, he rarely takes them off. Only to sleep and to bathe. He's always ready to run from something. Always. He thinks about it for a few solid minutes before he lays back, clinging to the side to leave as much room as he can between them.
Until the exhaustion pulls him into the dark embrace of sleep. Until whatever conflicted feelings he make him gravitate toward the warmth beside him. In sleep, for once unhaunted by dreams, Emmanuel looks peaceful. None of the hardness or affected coldness shows on his face. None of the distance he keeps between himself and the world exists. Just a young man who's in over his head exists.
His chest rises and falls steadily, the rest of his body as relaxed as a person ever is. Relaxed enough to make some quiet sound when warm lips brush against his. Oh, is it another dream? Unsurprising given the whirlwind of tumultuous feelings battling it out in his heart. Emmanuel doesn't open his eyes. He simply shifts closer, a silent plea for more. ))
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Emmanuel sits carefully on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. Something Horus may have noticed, he rarely takes them off. Only to sleep and to bathe. He's always ready to run from something. Always. He thinks about it for a few solid minutes before he lays back, clinging to the side to leave as much room as he can between them.
Until the exhaustion pulls him into the dark embrace of sleep. Until whatever conflicted feelings he make him gravitate toward the warmth beside him. In sleep, for once unhaunted by dreams, Emmanuel looks peaceful. None of the hardness or affected coldness shows on his face. None of the distance he keeps between himself and the world exists. Just a young man who's in over his head exists.
His chest rises and falls steadily, the rest of his body as relaxed as a person ever is. Relaxed enough to make some quiet sound when warm lips brush against his. Oh, is it another dream? Unsurprising given the whirlwind of tumultuous feelings battling it out in his heart. Emmanuel doesn't open his eyes. He simply shifts closer, a silent plea for more. ))