📃 ( FROM @ccnnotlove's DANDY!!!!! )
@ccnnotlove/ @thcantichrists
His eyelids felt heavy as he listened to the soft sounds of Dandy sleeping beside him, his steady breathing lulling the Clown further and further down into his own dreams. This wasn’t the first time they’d shared a bed, not by a long shot, but never like this before. Twisty had never imagined it getting to this point, outside of an idle daydream or two and the occasional guilty dream from which he’d wake feeling a bit shaken but not entirely displeased.
Even with sleep creeping in an dimming the edges of his vision, Twisty could still admire Dandy’s messy hair and how the orange light of the setting sun highlighted his bare skin. The scene was almost obscenely delicate in comparison to impulsive and clumsy and perfect actions that had led up to it. The Clown cautiously, afraid to wake the other up and break the hazy spell that hung low in the room, reached out his hand to trace the curve of Dandy’s spine with his fingertips, enjoying the sensation of sticky, drying, sweat on fair skin. Perhaps, a bit too proud to be the cause of it…
He sighed and curled up to his sleeping companion, caution overridden by the desire to be close and to hold. Closing his eyes, he draped his arm over Dandy’s side and buried his nose in his hair taking comfort that at least for now he could have this, that he could have him. He knew these were all silly, romantic, notions, that he was being more than a little foolishly sentimental, but he didn’t care. As long as Dandy allowed this, didn’t push him away or scold him for these acts of intimacy, he was going to take them. Perhaps, things would be different in the morning. Dandy’s mood would sour and he’d be thrown out from the warmth and comfort of the bed, their bed, left to wonder if any of that had meant a thing. But for now, it was perfect and warm and soothing, and as he felt Dandy stir and his friend's hand move to to hold his own, the Clown had a feeling that the morning might even be a little better.
