[ His beautiful heart, his wonderful beautiful heart that warmed him-- that gave him the beat to his own otherwise dead one. He nuzzled because his soul called for him to do so, he pressed kisses upon kisses upon Bren's lips, the shape of them were familiar and known to him, far beyond the days that they had known each other. He was merely re-aquainting himself with the feel of them, the way that they pressed to his with quiet and patient insistance.
There was much to be done in the next week, things to get ready and clothes to be made.
It was easy to languish in bed until the last possible moment, and he did not want to leave until it was time. Bren's room however was insufficient to house him, there was light that would invariably come in, even with the curtains drawn and the fire banked, the light would part through cracks and fissures.
But they had time and the days that they were parted were not so bad if the both of them were sleeping, even though there was that strange call to the soul. Gods, Essek would've given the world to know that his lover could withstand anything that may have happened with Essek in repose. in such a way, Bren's werewolf-nature may have given him pause in that a werewolf was much hardier than a human.
But at this point, Essek was erring on the side of caution so each even 10 minutes before dawn would be when Essek slipped off to his chambers, parting with kisses and reassurances that sunset would come soon, and when the purples and oranges collided into one, they two could reunite. ]
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There was much to be done in the next week, things to get ready and clothes to be made.
It was easy to languish in bed until the last possible moment, and he did not want to leave until it was time. Bren's room however was insufficient to house him, there was light that would invariably come in, even with the curtains drawn and the fire banked, the light would part through cracks and fissures.
But they had time and the days that they were parted were not so bad if the both of them were sleeping, even though there was that strange call to the soul. Gods, Essek would've given the world to know that his lover could withstand anything that may have happened with Essek in repose. in such a way, Bren's werewolf-nature may have given him pause in that a werewolf was much hardier than a human.
But at this point, Essek was erring on the side of caution so each even 10 minutes before dawn would be when Essek slipped off to his chambers, parting with kisses and reassurances that sunset would come soon, and when the purples and oranges collided into one, they two could reunite. ]