#As cuddly as a snake but certainly kinder than one. v_v

[ofhope]

Sleep clung to him like an overbearing coat. Such didn't touch his eyes, his pinpoint gaze zeroed into the occupant of his couch: the answer? Obvious, if the click of his smartphone laying facedown wasn't too ginormous an indication. Restlessness painted itself a distracting portrait upon his muse, eyes wide, not flickering or lowered. There's a tsk in the air, less toward Aventurine, more toward his predicament.

“It was hardly noticeable until moments ago,” not a lie, but a cold truth - Veritas was so submerged in his own sleep, he hadn't felt the tug of the sheets as Aventurine made to his feet, to paddle along to the living room. “I rolled over. You weren't there.”

Dismay was poignant in his tone. Veritas wasn't always forthright with his affections, but the implication was there: once I noticed, I couldn't return to sleep. Then Aventurine opened wide his embrace, and with a puff of air, Veritas wordlessly accepted the peace-offering. More-so on the couch than on Aventurine, chest-to-chest, knee on either hip, Veritas breathed a breath he hadn't been aware of holding.

“In venturing for the opposite, you achieved your feared result. Most times, stasis is better than running out into the battlefield. Given the sheer amount of blankets scattered about, this area isn't far off from such a scene. As you know, I've grown rather used to your presence... that, and it seems you need a reminder: I wear a sleep-mask to bed.”

Bringing his arm to snake around Aventurine's waist, he squished his cheek against the plane of his collarbone contently.

“Perhaps it would do you well to pick out the next living room arrangement. Of course, it won't be without my critiques.”

@souldanced, <3