“I didn’t expect to fall asleep in your arms.” // from bronya .. let her sleep more
"...Are you alright?"
Admittedly, he wasn't sure what else to say in light of what had happened.
With the universe largely collecting the pieces of itself as the dust settled in the wake of Irontomb's defeat, with Dan Heng himself just emerging from the wake of his ordeals on a mental and physical level and had an arduous journey ahead in regaining his strength and prowess, but the Crew had decided that visiting their allies of the affected worlds and gauging the consequences of narrowly facing deletion would at least be invaluable to their own Archive, and Dan Heng had been in firm agreement. Collecting information for the databanks was simply part of his job, even if his role as Guard had been slightly compromised while he'd been in recovery. While Welt and Himeko remained behind with Black Swan and Sunday as the senior members of the Trailblazers to handle diplomacy between the factions that had been involved, the juniors were scattered to the four winds to destinations of their choosing.
Given his new font of power, Dan Heng had decisively chosen to avoid the Luofu.
What he hadn't expected was the shaken state the Supreme Guardian when no one was looking. Bronya had projected a strong exterior, but when the meetings had adjourned and the representatives of the other factions dismissed for the day, Bronya had personally asked for Dan Heng to accompany her to the Underground where they sat on the swings at the Orphanage that had once been her home, the woman pouring her heart out at the existential crisis Irontomb had plunged all of Belobog into, expressing her distress and had utterly shellshocked her. From only emerging from a great thaw, reconnecting with the cosmos on the wings of hope to restore her beleaguered planet, to narrowly facing annihilation at the hands of a Lord Ravager... Confiding had led to one thing, then another, until they'd hurried to the Goethe Grand Hotel in Boulder Town and slipped away from all private eyes--
To this. Waking up with the Supreme Guardian in his arms, nestled into his chest with her silvery hair unbound and spilling in tussled ringlets across the coverlet that cascaded over the side of the admittedly narrow bed. Beneath the titian glow of the Geomarrow lamps, he couldn't help but think of how pretty she looked. Nestled into his neck, delicate hand splayed on his sternum, he absently combed through silvery strands that flowed like liquid mercury through his fingers. Her respiration was gentle, and from what he could tell, the Silvermane Guards stationed nearby had let their Guardian a reprieve.
Anything and everything could wait a moment when they'd almost ceased existing in the breadth of another, right?
"Don't worry, I... fell asleep, too."
