May 14, 2017
a j a w cracking yawn and he can only run fingertips over the blanket, reaching for his companion. one of the highlights, of being awoken to this strange new world, he admits to himself. there wasn’t a lot of... this. before.
this, being relaxation. comfort, the ability to live up to anything and everything because there were no expectations. he wasn’t responsible for the lives of thousands, he wasn’t responsible for their livelihoods, their crops, their daughters, their sons. a person was their own, and he coud’ve only dreamed of a reality like this.
it was as close to paradise as he’d get. accented words creeped from his throat, whispering to Maxime. ‘ i think it’s time to get up. ‘
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