( the night is dreamless. there are no nightmares hounding him, half-remembered and filled with ghosts and terrors he keeps to himself. he's warm. it's his first semi-lucid thought nearly touching the surface of consciousness. his limbs are heavy, weighing him down into the soft cloud beneath him.
his breath answers in a soft exhale; his head lolls to the side and he feels a silkiness beneath his untended beard. something tickles the tip of his nose. vaguely, he slowly understands why he is so warm and heavy — there's a woman curled against him. )
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his breath answers in a soft exhale; his head lolls to the side and he feels a silkiness beneath his untended beard. something tickles the tip of his nose. vaguely, he slowly understands why he is so warm and heavy — there's a woman curled against him. )