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Tweak says, "Drink Me."

A Cattermole (alfiecat) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-12-15 17:52:00

Entry tags:

!2003:12, !incomplete, alfred cattermole, julien dorny

Who: Julien and Alfie
What: Before Work
When: This morning
Where: Their flat
Rating/Warning:TBA, slashy

Alfie woke up early - the cart had to be loaded and ready for the morning shoppers. But the snow was falling hard outside, and he knew he didn't have the best selection in the fruit and veg supply today, so it was harder for him to drag himself into the shower and then out into the cold. Instead, he watched Julien sleep, laying in the dark and staring down at where Jules' head was against his chest. He reached up, brushed Julien's hair back from his forehead.

Yes. Today was definitely a day to stay in bed. He could take a snow day once in winter, couldn't he?

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book_bound
2010-12-16 12:20 am UTC (link)

Although it didn't normally bother him, the weather this year had seemed to have some effect on Julien. If he'd known any better he might have said he was depressed, but it was so hard to pin the name to the way he felt when there was no cause for his melancholy that he knew of and when he had Alfie waiting for him at home whenever he was able to get back there. Whether it was the darkness, the cold, the lack of light, something had sunk in and was troubling him a little.

He hated it. He felt weak and pathetic and he was swung between anger at himself for feeling that way and another pitfall of depression for berating himself. He'd mostly kept it quiet from Alfie, or so he'd thought, but he couldn't really ever hide anything from the boy and the way he'd begged for the former Hufflepuff to practically tie him down and fuck him would have given something away even if he could have.

He dreamed poorly, some dark feeling stalking the halls of his mind, and he frowned a little in his sleep, not shifting. He didn't lurch awake at the hand against his forehead because there was no one else he trusted in the world more than the owner of that hand; it settled him, quietened his self-generated dream demons and had him snuggling, curling a little more in against the warmth and amazing smell of the thing he was lying against, too asleep to realise it was Alfie himself.

He yawned and woke himself up a little, murmuring nothing and nosing in towards that heartbeat before sighing heavily and seemingly falling back to sleep.

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alfiecat
2010-12-16 12:23 am UTC (link)

Alfie frowned as Julien's expression shifted - he knew something had been on his boyfriend's mind, though he also didn't want to push. He knew that Jules would tell him, when he'd turned it over in his head enough first, and Alfie hoped it just had something to do with the cold or with work, because they could work through those.

Then again, Alfie wanted to believe they could work through anything. When he touched him, and Julien smiled and nosed in closer, it just proved that today was a day for staying in bed. Anything that made Julien smile, lately, was worth missing some profits for.

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book_bound
2010-12-17 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Julien shifted a little as he slept, but the small almost-waking he'd done made him more aware of where it was he was lying, although it was a slow process. He felt warmth first, a comforting rumble of body heat and pulse, felt the gentle way the chest that pillowed his head moved up and down, knew the fingers resting against him. Alfie.

He made a little purring noise and sleepily, sluggishly, pet at the boy under him until he realised that this shouldn't be happening... shouldn't Alfie be at work?

He started drowsily pushing himself up, body heavy with sleep, his muscles unhappy about this whole moving business.

"'fie, 's'wrong, 'kay?" he mumbled, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes at the same time.

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