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@meinior sent: [ SLEEP ] one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them.
It takes a lot to get Wylan to the point he just wants to hit the sheets and not do something stupid instead. Sleep is the punctuation of a day, and he’s the sort that fills them to the point of bursting. Whether it’s with dramatics and shenanigans or overly confusing self reflection. Days are canvases and space was meant to be filled before the lights went out. Today wasn’t going to see that luxury, if you add to the canvas metaphor someone spilled orange paint all over it. A spill that symbolized Wylan’s training for an upcoming competition taking the absolute wind and strength out of him.
It was time to nap, who cares what time it was, or what he had planned later on in the day. When he made it back to Mei’s apartment shoes were tossed off. Coat was thrown off. And he started to try and take his pants off before his face hit the pillow. And then he was gone.
Was. Up until a gentle touch pulls from the dark void of his exhaustion. He wakes to a gentle sensation at his side, arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him into a warm embrace. Oh, right, Mei was getting back soon... if she was bothered by him being passed out instead of dressed and ready for afternoon errands or otherwise together she didn’t seem that way. Not that there’s much to go off of aside from her face nestled into his neck and the way she holds him against her.
If they just spent the rest of the day together like this, that would be fine. The space on his canvas would be filled with just what he wanted.