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[onefellswoop]

[ Enri's answer arrives after a minute or two: the bedroom door opening, Darius slipping through. Not pausing to take in the sight of Enri in the bed (dimly moonlit through the veiled and shuttered windows) (beautiful against the mess of bedding) (he's never liked the sight of any other in his bed so well) (he's never been pleased by the bare thought of joining anyone in bed, just to linger, just to rest), though he notes each detail, feels his blood hum with the pleasure of the scene. Slipping softly into bed beside the boy, to drift a kiss across Enri's cheek, to wrap his arms around the boy and draw in beside him wholly.

To whisper, pleased and without razor— ]

Daddy's here.

[ And, brushing one hand through Enri's hair, nudging the boy with his forehead— ]

Go to sleep, Puppy. Daddy's here.

[honeystuff]

[ Dreamlike: Darius in a glow of moonlight, haloed like he was in the chapel. Enri, sprawling and barely awake, breathes easier and easier, holds out a hand to him only to find himself readily drawn into an embrace.

For a span of silence after those words, he watches Darius with a drowsy smile, eyes hooded and his body warm (and warm, and warmer, and he could melt.) (This is peaceful. This is how it feels to be peaceful.)

Unthinking, he mirrors the touch offered him, languid fingers traced through Darius's hair, down his cheek. And then Enri nuzzles in under his jaw with a heavy, contented sigh, his arms winding with care, his cheek pressed to Darius's shoulder.

A swell of an inhale here as he yawns, and riding his exhale - a humming smile, and- ]

Love you.

[onefellswoop]

[ There's nothing contentious in it. There are no hesitations, and there's no distance at all between them, and there's no space between what Darius wishes and what Enri wants. ('Accord,' that's a word for it. Wonderful and warming.)

It might be a space of dreaming, or some liminal threshold between waking and sleep. Where they are together now can't be touched by any other form or thought or moment. Where they are together now is an evanescent song hummed down a late-night garden.

And he feels as if his heart could stutter out to silence.

'Love you,' the boy says, soft along a yawn, and Darius lets the words wrap sheltering around him.

And Darius shifts to place a kiss on Enri's head, amid that mess of hair.

One more kiss, and then another, lingering beyond a breath. ]

My Enri.

My adoration.

I'll keep you safe, beside me.