Jul 24, 2016
💤 beckpollo
apollo, in the midst of an extremely (read: boring) story about what he did that afternoon, suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. turns out, his lovely and attentive boyfriend had passed out in the middle of his extremely interesting story. apollo wouldn’t take it too harsh, only assume that beck had been tired and needed sleep. depending on where they were, apollo would carry beck to bed, or just snuggle up to him and fall asleep himself.
send (💤) for what my muse would do if yours fell asleep, leaning on my muse’s shoulder.
