[Zevlor's hair is an unkempt mess between his horns when he lifts his head from Kanan's shoulder, squinting blearily into the dark of their shut room. What would be a coalhot glow is— through narrowness itself— merely a slitted glimmer of alertness shining smack dab in the center of their sleep. Exhaustion paints the corners of his features with fine lines as he casts his gaze (or what passes for a gaze when his eyelids are almost fully shut) up towards the ceiling, hearing far too many muted little noises for his liking.
And then he's face down in the junction between his husband's shoulder and chest once more, grumbling softly in the back of his own throat.]
It's too early....[Is an argument made with himself and no one else.] I'm not parenting a thing before noon.
[You deal with them today, may or may not find itself sleep-muttered into the borders of Kanan's arm.]
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illithidnapped) wrote2025-05-31 06:45 pm
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And then he's face down in the junction between his husband's shoulder and chest once more, grumbling softly in the back of his own throat.]
It's too early....[Is an argument made with himself and no one else.] I'm not parenting a thing before noon.
[You deal with them today, may or may not find itself sleep-muttered into the borders of Kanan's arm.]