velarls said: 👕 for the sender to wear the receiver’s clothes | nyx & gwyn |
Nyx was used to odd hours, impossible hours. There were always late nights followed by mornings that began before first light. Few days off, and even on those, his body was still used to waking up early. Even spending the night in a bed that wasn’t his own, without his alarm clock dutifully set to wake him from what was always restless sleep anyway, he still rose when the sun just barely had as well. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, forcing his consistently unpleasant dreams back, too.
The view from Gwyn’s bedroom window helped pull him from the past. It was nicer than his. Not that he had an actual bedroom window. The bars on the window of his sparse little studio broke up the view of Insomnia’s dingy underbelly. Here though, he could see the city glittering in all its glory in the early morning light. It seemed fitting. She belonged in a place like this, somewhere bright and airy, where the sunlight wasn’t going gray with smog by the time it got down through the dirty glass.
After a few more moments of admiring the view, he turned to get his first look of the day at a much better one, fully expecting to have woken up long before she did. He would have preferred waking up the way he’d fallen asleep, with his arm across her waist and her back against his chest. Being reminded of her first thing in the morning was his favorite way to start the day. Being reminded that she felt safe enough to let him that close, that she wanted him that close, made him feel grateful that he’d survived another day...for once. For someone who was often so careless with his life in the field, the privilege of waking next to Gwyn was enough to make him glad that he still had it.
But he was reminded that she understood the early mornings just as much as he did when he found himself alone in her bed. While he’d been doing this longer and she wasn’t always on the front lines the way that he was, which he was glad for since they were practically glorified cannon fodder at this point, she was just as much a Glaive as he was. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she might wake up just as early as he did.
Pushing himself up, he was about to get out of bed to look for her. She beat him to that, too, when she walked back into the bedroom. And the sight of her like this may have been just as good as the one of her sleeping next to him. The tee that he’d abandoned on the floor last hung loose around her, just barely grazing the curve of her hips before stopping midway down her thighs. The black shirt he’d been wearing beneath his uniform was a shock that made her hair look brighter, her skin look paler. He couldn’t do much more than stare at her for a moment, eyes running from the delicate features of her face down to her long legs. Well, that and wonder if he was still dreaming and his subconscious had decided to give him a good one for once. “Holy shit,” he sighed.
It wasn’t just that Gwyn was beautiful. She’d always been beautiful. She was beautiful when she was at peace in the library, beautiful when she and Crowe were sparring, beautiful when she was doing nothing at all.
No, this time, it was that she was beautiful while being wrapped up in him. His clothes. However inconsequential and sleepy the decision had been, she’d woken up and covered herself with something of his instead of whatever piece of her own clothing was in reach. She made it look much better than he ever could, too.
“If I’m late and Drautos has my head for it,” Nyx began as he stood and crossed the room to her. Reaching out for the shirt, he grabbed a fistful of it to gently tug Gwyn to him. “I’m blaming you.”
But with how good she looked, Captain Drautos be damned.
@velarls . random symbol meme (accepting)
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