Philip 'Pip' Whitfield (pipwhit) wrote in letscruise, @ 2008-07-14 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | pip whitfield, trystan van |
Who Pip and Trystan (I know, you've all missed them)
What Having breakfast?
Where Trystan's cabin
When Monday morning
Rating / Status TBA / in progress!
Pip was an energetic guy. He would bounce off the walls when he was happy, run around with excitement and generally be bouncy and perky. Which is why it was so surprising how heavy he slept. Or perhaps that was the very reason.
Like a log, Pip lay on Trystan's bed-and near on Trystan-as they slept, out like a burnt out lightbulb. You'd never guess with how he looked that he was even alive some nights, let alone a man who could run the length of the ship laughing like a loon and still have energy to do it all over. Yes, he slept heavily, but gosh he needed it.
The point was, our hero Pip was currently sleeping, arm over Trystan as he dreamt of rings and vows and possible rejections, making him shift only slightly in his slumber. His face was relaxed to the utmost, which made it all the more obvious when Phillip Whitfield chose to make up.
It was like a ripple of action, muscles twitching and his face animating once more. Eyebrow's furrowed on his brow as his arm moved ever so slightly, pulling his lover closer. Lips quirked up a bit at the warm weight against him and his eyes slowly cracked open, taking in the sight of his beloved.
"Morning, sweetie. You up?" He asked, leaning over for a little kiss to the man's temple-morning breath was a bitch, and he wouldn't put the man through his.