he awakes from a deep sleep, shifting in the bed until he feels the warmth of a body besides him. one eye peeks open, a mop of messy hair tickling his nose and with a huff he shifts, face buried against blair's shoulder as an arm tightens around his form and tugs him closer.
it’s almost like a dream - it could very well be that that’s all it truly is , and if so ? he doesn’t wanna open his eyes. doesn’t wanna ruin the moment . . . the peace . the desire to be held in such a way that was safe , and warm , and loved . no . if this feeling was only to last a few moments more , he was going to lap up each and every part of it that he could .
so : arms wrap around those that have enclosed around him , digits entwining into his , where they remained . head turned slight , as his own frame backs up against the warm body of the god beside him , a sleepy smirk bleeding into groggy features . he felt the breath of the angel upon him , like the sun shining down upon you on a winter’s morning , just as it peaks out from the trees .
this was home for him . . .