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Monday Morning October 21st 2019
Who: Declan and Garret
What: A bed being invaded
Where: Declan's apartment
When: Midnight
Rating: PG
It was probably midnight, maybe later, when Garret climbed out of bed and padded his way out into the hallway, unable to sleep. He gave Pais enough water and food to last the night, though he neglected to put on a tee shirt before leaving the apartment. He didn't know how long he'd be gone, so he didn't bother bringing anything with him. He didn't even bother with shoes. Life was weighing heavily enough on his mind to keep him warm enough in the chilly night.
He phased through the familiar door, like he had thousands of times before, never knocking and rarely with prior notice. Not that he thought Declan would mind. Declan never minded, not even in the middle of the night, not even when Garret just talked to him and ran on a marathon of words, his lips never stopping as he worked through a problem. Not even, hopefully, as he climbed into bed beside the sleeping dryad (thankfully not a tree this evening) and forced his way into the other's arms, forehead resting on Declan's chest.
( You ever just... think too much? Just never stop thinking? )
What: A bed being invaded
Where: Declan's apartment
When: Midnight
Rating: PG
It was probably midnight, maybe later, when Garret climbed out of bed and padded his way out into the hallway, unable to sleep. He gave Pais enough water and food to last the night, though he neglected to put on a tee shirt before leaving the apartment. He didn't know how long he'd be gone, so he didn't bother bringing anything with him. He didn't even bother with shoes. Life was weighing heavily enough on his mind to keep him warm enough in the chilly night.
He phased through the familiar door, like he had thousands of times before, never knocking and rarely with prior notice. Not that he thought Declan would mind. Declan never minded, not even in the middle of the night, not even when Garret just talked to him and ran on a marathon of words, his lips never stopping as he worked through a problem. Not even, hopefully, as he climbed into bed beside the sleeping dryad (thankfully not a tree this evening) and forced his way into the other's arms, forehead resting on Declan's chest.
( You ever just... think too much? Just never stop thinking? )