light
pairing: dillgo
rating: PG??? i think?
length: 724 words
This has been resting in my drafts for two years??? Because my anon friend asked the other day and reminded me I haven’t shared this. Hopefully enjoy this dillgo??
There is a little number of things purer than the light that radiates from morning star when it wakes up. There is next to nothing more perfect than the way it pours into the room, drowsy but insistent. Insistent and just powerful enough that not even the blinds can stop it. It’s ideal the way it illuminates the white room and the way it opens up the space, giving life to an otherwise incredibly minimalist bedroom.
There’s something about way it catches the small particles in the air. It sets them aflame and turns them into countless microscopic golden stars, each in its own reflecting the image of the luminous maker and collectively making a whole galaxy of twinkling fires.
Nothing the light can do in the cool, early mornings will ever compare to when it turns into the perfect spotlight.
It’s the only spotlight that’s suitable enough to shine on the angel curled up between the sheets on Dillon Francis’s bed.
The same light arrives upon Dillon’s closed eyes and he feels unworthy of it when he wakes.
Feels unworthy because the sight that graces him then is almost too beautiful to bear. The sight is worthy of that sunshine in every sense and then some.
He wonders how long the younger brunet has been awake. He knows it’s longer than a moment and his guess is that it’s been more like an hour in length, but the sleepy smile and the content look on the French boy’s face tell otherwise.
The golden beams shine across their room, their bed, and their faces. Hugo’s skin lights up with ease, reflecting slightly, making him glow.
Alabaster skin looks lovelier and purer than anything else Dillon has ever seen.
Roses bloom where the sun shines. Hugo’s face catches the light so beautifully sometimes. The warmth on its own is enough to kiss his features just slightly. Only the addition of Dillon’s sight resting on him can dust Hugo’s face with a hue that not even the late evening sky can compete with.
The tiny smile on his face grows just a bit wider and he speaks in a voice close to a yawn, “Good morning.”
Dillon smiles and watches Hugo, paying close attention to all of Hugo’s features. Dillon runs lazy fingers through Hugo’s hair and whispers back, “Good morning, baby.”
A thought dances behind his lips, “How did you sleep ?”
Dillon’s eyes wander up and to the right and he grins when he gives an answer, “I slept better than I have in a long time. You?”
Hugo leans against the touch of Dillon’s hand, nuzzling the gentle caress he knows is coming, “Great. I slept well, too.”
Dillon’s hand is the brush of a gentle summer breeze on his face, “I really missed you.”
Hugo’s face is velvet against Dillon’s fingers, “I really missed you too.”
It’s fascinating and surprising the way light can change the way things look.
When only ten hours ago, the fluorescence of the airport late night lights washed the younger man out completely, made him look like he lacked the sleep of a whole month’s worth of nights.
And a half hour after that and on the way home, the passing orbs of orange street lamps augmented that anxious look on his face.
And only just eight hours ago, the amber light and the flicker of the flame likened him to a minx, sultry, breathless, but secure.
It’s drastic how different a single individual can appear in distinct types of light. Dillon thinks Hugo is perfect regardless of whether the lights are dim or whether they’re flashing or colored.
But he does have his favorite.
It’s the early morning light that captures all of Hugo. That time of day when the blinds allow entrance to that silver transitioning to gold. The time of day when the light is pure and sincere just like the angel in his bed.
It’s this feeling of perfection and waking up on a quiet and fresh spring morning.
It’s where the light and the silence of their bedroom and nothing but their quiet breathing and silent kisses remind them of the four walls protect them from the loud bustle of the world outside.
Feeling only each other’s presence and nothing more.
That is the only thing that matters on days like this.
