BAAAAAABE I FCUKING LOVE YOUR SILVER OK? Like A++ ++++++ + he's just so precious and he's got this thing about him that makes me wanna hug him and punch him (SOMETIMES) at the same time which is great. my smol, A++, tolerable son B)
SLAMS HANDS THE FUCK DONW. YOUR SILVER IS GREAT KAY HE'S A SNARKY AND FUNNY BALL OF SPIKES. A GREAT COMBINATION. KEEP ON KEEPIN ON I LOVE SEEING HIM ON THE DASH
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mun note: This is long and gay. I’m sorry. ;v;)/
It was so quiet. This world of his that Marshmallow chose to visit, it was serene during the nighttime. Although the bright lights of the city flickered outside his opened window and there was an occasional whoosh of a car flying by, everything was quiet. Silver was comfortable, he was warm. It had been quite a night for him and he graciously laid in the gentle embrace of sleep. Though, laying here next to someone like his friend made him a little nervous to do so. He was used to falling asleep with best friends but this... honestly... was the first time he had anyone to sleep next to in his own bed. Peculiar it was for him to get peeved about that. Any sense of nervousness was replaced with curiosity.
Marshmallow looked so peaceful as he slept. He laid on his back while Silver faced him. He could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the small movement of his fur between the breezes from the window. There was even a tint of neon lights reflecting off his quills like a dulled mirror. So sound asleep. Not even the flash of a flare could wake him up by the looks of it.
Although Silver was tired, his mind kept wandering. Out from under the covers, he slowly reached his hand up; stopping it in front of his alternate’s face. He felt the warm exhaled breath on his bare hand. It was an odd feeling... Maybe it was because of his own exhausted state that he was doing this. Somehow he was just perplexed that- for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel so alone. He was laying here with not only another person but a dear friend of his. Even if they were just ‘alternates’.
Silver retracted his hand and shifted. Not giving much thought into the position he was in with Marshmallow other than he just wanted to be closer. His head rested on his shoulder, their bodies close. That curious hand then nestled itself against the sleeping hedgehog’s chest fur. At first he only felt the softness of said fur but then he felt a gentle rhythm beat against the palm of his hand. A small smile curved onto his lips. This little confirmation of existence that was so silly-- it truly made him smile. His alternate’s heartbeat was slow in his lull of sleep, but it was strong. It was lively just like his own.
Silver’s hand rested there on the other’s chest, his entire body relaxed. He was happy here like this with him. Slowly and finally, sleep took him in. His soft smile still painted on his lips.
