[ They eat and it's quiet for a while. Things settle. Ephemera drinks and he eats and he lets things breathe. Lets himself come down from the adrenaline rush of earlier and settle back into himself. There will be echos later - he knows, there always are - but right now things have quieted and that's -
That's good. That's enough, for right now.
He stands, stretching a little. Running a hand through his hair. ]
[ Drake crosses back to Ephemera, reaching out to take over brushing the other man's hair back for him. It's getting a little long, getting in his good eye. ]
We'll both need haircuts soon.
[ He likes the feel of Ephemera's, though. What's left is thick and soft, and he loves running his fingers through it. ]
[ Drake loves the way Ephemera leans into his touches, and so drags his nails lightly along the other man's scalp before twirling an overgrown lock between his fingers. ]
Yeah? I'd like it longer.
[ He gives a playful little tug before letting go and stepping back, leading the way to his room. It's gotten decently late -- still a little early for him to be able to sleep but he's pretty much always content to just cuddle. ]
[ That's nice, the way that Drake tugs his hair. Runs his fingers through it. That's nice. Easy. Not a lot is around here. Ephemera follows after Drake easily, rubbing a hand down his face. He can feel himself crashing. If he's lucky, he'll drop without dreaming. ]
I don't think I've ever had it long. Always used to buzz it off. 'cept in prison and then I wouldn't let anyone near me with scissors.
[ Ephemera huffs a little, closing his good eye. He likes this, curling up with Drake. He thinks maybe this time he's tired enough that he'll sleep without nightmares.
[ Drake lies there, stroking his fingertips idly up and down Ephemera's back while he drifts to sleep. Or at least, until the other man goes heavy against him and his breathing smooth and even. Only then does he let his hand drop and whispers. ]
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That's good. That's enough, for right now.
He stands, stretching a little. Running a hand through his hair. ]
Better. Tired, but better.
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We'll both need haircuts soon.
[ He likes the feel of Ephemera's, though. What's left is thick and soft, and he loves running his fingers through it. ]
You want to go lie down?
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Thinking about growing it out. Maybe.
[ Trying something different. He tips his head to the side, then nods. ]
Yeah. I'm beat.
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Yeah? I'd like it longer.
[ He gives a playful little tug before letting go and stepping back, leading the way to his room. It's gotten decently late -- still a little early for him to be able to sleep but he's pretty much always content to just cuddle. ]
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[ That's nice, the way that Drake tugs his hair. Runs his fingers through it. That's nice. Easy. Not a lot is around here. Ephemera follows after Drake easily, rubbing a hand down his face. He can feel himself crashing. If he's lucky, he'll drop without dreaming. ]
I don't think I've ever had it long. Always used to buzz it off. 'cept in prison and then I wouldn't let anyone near me with scissors.
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That's kind of a shame. It's good hair.
[ His expression softens. ]
C'mere.
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Thank you. For - being you.
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You keep thanking me for that you're gonna give me an ego.
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Maybe. Wouldn't that be something? ]
I'm not worried.
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You should be. I bet I'd be insufferable. All self righteous and smug.
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[ He settles, putting his hand on Drake's arm. ]
I don't see you being smug.
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[ Damnit he can't even think of anything. ]
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Sure you can. Maybe about your cooking.
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[ He slides his hand up to Ephemera's face, fingers curling around his chin to tilt it up to his. ]
I probably wouldn't bother if it was just for me, honestly.
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I like it when you teach me. So, maybe I'll be able to cook for you one day too.
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[ He bumps their noses together, smiling. ]
What else do you want to learn to make?
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Don't laugh. But chocolate chip cookies. I miss that shit and they're expensive as hell around here.
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[ Ephemera smiles a little. ]
I'd like that.
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[ He kisses Ephemera's forehead, snuggling down. He should let the other man sleep. ]
Get some rest, okay? I'll be right here.
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[ It comes out soft. Ephemera closes his good eye, pressing close. He breathes out slow. And settles. ]
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I love you.
[ He's asleep before long too. ]