He could find a sense of peaceful contentment in the quiet, even if it was only
a sense. Even if it only lasted a mere moment as the professor lay among his
sheets. There was another sleeping form there, of course, though Malcorui
barely spared him a glance as his mind whirled from underneath him. Eyes
closed against the slow rising brightness of the morning, he could feel its
warmth sliding through the small cracks of drawn shades but it did little to
amount to the warmth of who was next to him.
Now that was something that brought him to a perpetual stand-still. It was not,
admittedly, within his original mentality to do as Zadkiel does and to sleep
around with other individuals. While he could wrap his head around the allure
of the matter, it simply did not set well with the old soul but last night...well,
last night had been interesting, if one could call it that and get away with
leaving it there. In truth, he did not know what to think of the events that had
led up to that morning. There was an oddly discouraging note in how much
Zadkiel seemed to like to throw Malcorui’s sexual orientation in his face--
the lack of immediate focus on all things sexual, and being called things
like PLANT ( and oh, how irritating the name!!! ) and all to overshadow that
while Malcorui didn’t have an immediate focus on sex, he was not incapable
of enjoying the matter or whatever it was that Zadkiel fretted about on the
subject. Still it had seemed a little strange to the archaeologist that this
seemed to be something that would cause the duo more problems than
what they had originally started with. He still had no explanation for last night.
But the movement next to him, the sluggish wake from sleep, brought
his thoughts back to the present, breath slow as he listened to the rustling
of step and cloth. His eyes cracked open, immediately rejecting the harshness
of light that had moved to spill directly across his eyes but his gaze slid to the
other even so. Watched the currency be fished from his wallet-- he could not be
bothered enough by this to complain but he spoke out still and heard that response.
Fingers lifted to rub away the tiredness from his face-- the lack of sleep was not
foreign to him; missing those hours was something he was used to by far, however
much their presence might have been nice to have.
