Apr 1, 2017
yawn drifts past chapped lips, spine cracking as he stretches out along the cramped little bed. the raised burn that mirrors nyx’s own settles along the simple pillow that he managed to pilfer sometime in the middle of the night for himself. he curls closer to the other, already on the edge of sleeping again and he had only just awakened. his lips brush along the other’s scruffy jaw. ❛ good morning... ❜ ╱ ╱ @glaiv