Reverent hand combs through black locks as you rise with the call of the morning sun. Adoration paints your actions as you use the arm wound around his waist to pull him in close, lips brushing the little mark that adorns his forehead. " Good morning... " came the groggy first words after a long night. Despite everything, waking up with him like this made the arduous days worthwhile.
Tseng has never slept well. Tossing and turning, mind churning with anxieties and nightmares until he spends half the night pacing in a useless attempt to quiet his thoughts. If he is lucky, he exhausts himself enough with the action to sleep a few short hours uninterrupted. Most nights, the sleep never comes, and he prepares for the day, looking as if he's lost ten years overnight.With Sephiroth, it's rarer somehow. Like the beasts are tamed, the tide a soft ebb instead of waves crashing down. He rests more easily, even through the night. This morning, he awakes feeling more refreshed than he has in months, pressing his face into the General's chest to block out the light filtering in through the window."No." Comes the only response, low and soft, sound still riddled with sleep. But even in this moment, he knows the fight is useless. That their alarms will be going off soon enough, pushing them from the shared sanctuary of their bedroom to the lives they lead outside it. Separate, because the powers that be have decided it impossible for the General to be seen with another. There will always be rumors, a photograph of a hand brushing the small of a back, or a gaze that lingered too long. But here, this is their world.A soft yawn echoes out of Tseng's mouth, lazily curling himself into the embrace, hair a web across Sephiroth's chest until it is deemed necessary to brush aside. It will be a moment. It is perhaps his favorite part of morning.
