[ When Percival does wake up, his eyes cracking open to peer at the endless fire on the edge of his blade, he slowly grows aware of the flood of heat and heaviness against his side, a comforting press of one body to his own. The scent is overwhelmingly familiar, one he committed to memory against his better judgment. It's all he can inhale now as he struggles whether or not to push it away or draw it in closer. Then again, how often does he get to see Siegfried this vulnerable? Even when they had shared a bed together, there had always been this invisible wedge that existed both in a metaphorical and literal sense. Percival hadn't been much of a post-coital cuddler.
But this feels... nice.
Siegfried's eyes shut, his face smoothed out serenely, reflecting a youth rarely seen on the battlefield. His lips are almost touching his own neck, his breath falling out gently and tickling the surface of his skin in a way that makes him want to tremble, but he clamps down on the urge as he slowly pushes a hand through Siegfried's long hair and takes advantage of his slumbering state to actually comb his fingers through and show a bit of genuine, unmitigated affection for once. ]
are we playing gay chicken now
But this feels... nice.
Siegfried's eyes shut, his face smoothed out serenely, reflecting a youth rarely seen on the battlefield. His lips are almost touching his own neck, his breath falling out gently and tickling the surface of his skin in a way that makes him want to tremble, but he clamps down on the urge as he slowly pushes a hand through Siegfried's long hair and takes advantage of his slumbering state to actually comb his fingers through and show a bit of genuine, unmitigated affection for once. ]
Why do you always make this so hard on me...