( PLAY ) (Jackson/Henri)
( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.“seduction” starters | status: accepting
he hadn’t mean to fall asleep, what had started as a quiet night had eventually ended with henri having his head laid in jackson’s lap with the latters hand carding through his blond hair until he found himself dozing off soundly. at some point during the nap, henri had hooked one of his fingers into one of jackson’s beltloops, a personal sign to make sure that he was, in fact, still there and wouldn’t somehow drift away into the aether. frequently plagued with nightmares of past events that painted henri’s sordid history, the close proximity to jackson had provided a sort of comfort to him. eventually his eyes fluttered open and through sleepy gaze he looked up at jackson, whose fingertips had still been running through his hair. stretching slightly, he settled back down and turned his head inward until his nose became flush with jackson’s hip.
“how long have i been asleep? why didn’t you wake me up?” his voice was barely above a whisper, still full of sleep.
