[Liem has been sleeping a little better, these last few nights, than he often has previously. His blood-rich diet during the tail end of the Oracle trial alleviated many of the aches and illnesses that tend to plague him — and somewhat surprisingly, he has continued to feel well even days after the event’s conclusion. It is so unusual for him not to feel ill, he’s not used to getting so much done. He’s not used to sitting down to tackle paperwork and just… concentrating on it easily, finishing it at a normal hour, and being able to go to bed.
He’s also not used to sinking so easily and restfully into slumber, but then, the months he’s spent in Springstar have actually done him some good as far as his sleep routines are concerned. He’s always had trouble resting during the true dark of night. In that way, at least, the ever-vigilant twin suns are a blessing.
But no matter how soft and peaceful his slumber, he cannot help but wake when he feels the mattress shift ever so slightly beneath him, and the blankets slide just so above. There is hardly any sound, but the quiet still seems different somehow. When Set’s arms slide warm around his waist and his face presses into his hair, Liem’s eyes are already open, staring out into the well-curtained dark of his room.]
Set.
[His tone is dry and unbothered, but the body tucked against Set’s is tense in its motionlessness. Liem has never been comfortable with touch that comes unexpectedly, which this most certainly is.]
I didn’t hear you come in.
[To his private dwelling, which Set does not live in. Supposedly.]
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He’s also not used to sinking so easily and restfully into slumber, but then, the months he’s spent in Springstar have actually done him some good as far as his sleep routines are concerned. He’s always had trouble resting during the true dark of night. In that way, at least, the ever-vigilant twin suns are a blessing.
But no matter how soft and peaceful his slumber, he cannot help but wake when he feels the mattress shift ever so slightly beneath him, and the blankets slide just so above. There is hardly any sound, but the quiet still seems different somehow. When Set’s arms slide warm around his waist and his face presses into his hair, Liem’s eyes are already open, staring out into the well-curtained dark of his room.]
Set.
[His tone is dry and unbothered, but the body tucked against Set’s is tense in its motionlessness. Liem has never been comfortable with touch that comes unexpectedly, which this most certainly is.]
I didn’t hear you come in.
[To his private dwelling, which Set does not live in. Supposedly.]