Another sleepless night brought Miles out of bed and out and about in The Hideaway. There was nothing to do, few people up at this late hour, but he still habitually checked around to see if any help was needed -- and when he received confirmation that there wasn't, he resigned himself to getting lost in thought instead.
Booted footfalls carried him to the dock. The Cursebreaker stood there, staring out at the dark waters that gently, slightly lapped at the supports. It was peaceful, and in some twisted way, he found the peace to be more unsettling than chaos was.
After all, peace had already betrayed him once, back on the Night of Flames.
Those green-blue eyes closed as he listened. Then came a sigh. If only he had a pebble or two, he coud skip them across the water. In the end, he untied the pouch of coins from his belt, and after plucking a few gil from inside of it, he began to skip those instead.
-- from fire-branded !
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Otto didn't notice at first that Miles had risen from their bed - once only his, but it had enough room for both - nor could he say what caused him to notice and wake. But once he'd opened his eyes to find himself alone, he sat up with a noise that was half groan, half thoughtful hum.
Pulling on his linen shirt and trousers over his smallclothes was the work of moments, then he was out the door. Otto's own footfalls, clad in only knit socks, were almost soundless save for occasional creaks of wood. He knew which places in the Hideaway to check first.
His first guess was right. There was Miles on the dock, far more dressed than him, as though the man expected some sudden attack. Otto approached at a measured pace, not trying to mask his steps. Still, he made sure to speak before any contact. "Bad dreams, love?" Otto rested a gentle hand on Miles' back - enough to say he was here, but not to crowd his partner's space.
