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[striketwice]

REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

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[striketwice]

[ He knows that by now, that Henry is a stickler for neatness. It's why these little moments where he ever lets himself be less than perfectly put together strike him like they do. ]

Too late.

[ God. The little fond undercurrent that's somehow seeped into the way Henry jabs at him snakes its way through his ribs to wrap tightly around his heart. Every time. It does that every time, and Alec struggles to remember how he possibly lived without this man making his way into every facet of his being.

He reaches for Henry to pull him close. Maybe they don't usually cuddle or bask in the aftermath or even engage in much pillow talk, but that's happening now. He's decided. ]

Come here.

[vecna]

[They’re not normally the cuddling type, no. But there are always exceptions to the rule, and today, he feels so connected, to rooted to Alec that it would be strange not to entwine himself around him when the offer comes.

And entwine he nearly does. He shifts closer when reached for, draping on arm across Alec’s middle, and a leg slipping between both of his. They slot together well, he thinks.

He dips his head forward to… well, bury his face just beneath the crook of Alec’s chin. Henry may be six feet of long, lithe limbs, but by god, he’s going to arrange himself to be as close as possible, to take in the other’s scent. Maybe he can feel his heartbeat, too, if he's lucky.]

[striketwice]

[ They do slot well together, in most all things, but this is the only way that matters right now. Henry twines himself around Alec, and Alec loops one arm around Henry's shoulders in return. He lists back onto the pillows a bit, letting Henry nuzzle himself against his chest. Yes, Henry can indeed hear the steady thrumming of his heart.

His free hand comes up to travel the length of Henry's arm, touch feather light, down and back up again. Then down his side, counting his ribs, following the ridge of his hip. ]

Hey. [ Soft, but sudden. Like the idea's just occurred to him. ] Stay with me tonight?

[vecna]

[It’s warm and safe. It’s that strange paradox of secure vulnerability, tucked up against Alec like this. He can hear his heartbeat and feel it thrumming in his chest at an even tempo — counting the seconds as they quietly pass on by.

...Oh. It’s like a clock.

Alec speaks, and Henry blinks a bit owlishly as he’s pulled out of his thoughts.]

Of course I will. Look at how comfortable I’ve gotten, Alec.

[You wouldn’t boot this man out of your bed so soon, would you? He grins faintly. He doesn't want to move for a while yet.]

[striketwice]

Yeah, I can see that.

[ He might not boot this man out of his bed ever, to be honest. This sleeping next to someone thing is going to spoil him. ]

I've only got the one bed back home anyway. Might as well get used to it.

[vecna]

[Talk of the future brings excitement, as well as impatience. If only they could leave this prison now, go back to Alec’s world, start that new life that holds so much newfound freedom for him. But for now, they’ll have to make do with imagining it, and visiting his home city in his memories.]

I was wondering about that. You never did show me your bedroom.

[But Alec does not seem like the sort to keep a guest room ready for… guests, anyhow.]

[striketwice]

[ He chuckles, the sound rumbling where Henry has his head laid against Alec's chest. ]

That's because you would have fussed at me for not making my bed.

[ And Henry saw Alec's "guest room". It was full of computers. ]

[vecna]

[Yes. Definitely not a guest room for guests.

That sound, though. It's pleasant.]

I wouldn't have fussed too much.

[Yes he would have.]

[striketwice]

I want you to remember you said that when we finally get back to my place for real.

[ He's holding you to that, Henry!! ]

[vecna]

[Wow. Here, he does angle back a little, just enough to tilt his head up and look at Alec, brow raised.]

How bad could it be?

[Actually, now that he thinks back... Has there been a time when he's visited Alec's room and the bed has been made?]

[striketwice]

[ Oh, absolutely not. Alec keeps most everything else decently neat, and he's a real stickler over a clean kitchen, but the bed? He never makes the bed. ]

I mean, it's probably not the worst thing you've ever seen.

[vecna]

[THIS IS NOT PROMISING.

Looks at him for a few seconds more.]

Is that code for "I never make my bed, ever"?

[striketwice]

[ The pause is probably telling. ]

... Pretty much.

[vecna]

[sir]

...Why not? [wHY NoT] It's not as if the rest of your apartment was a mess.

[striketwice]

Why bother? I'm in and out of that bed at such odd hours, I'm not gonna take the time to make it every time.

[ FIGHT HIM HENRY. ]

[vecna]

[This logic, it pains him. Why do you hurt the ones you love-]

But if there’s one thing in a room that should always be straightened, it’s the bed. It makes everything else look more presentable when it’s made.

[striketwice]

If that's how you really feel, then you can make the bed from now on.

[ :) ]

[vecna]

Every single time you get out of bed during your “odd hours”, you mean?

[Bruh]

[striketwice]

If it really bothers you that much, then yeah.

[ This is what you signed up for. ]

[vecna]

[He sure did.

But in the grand scheme of things? A minuscule sacrifice to make.]

Fine. I will. But I reserve the right to complain each and every time.

[What was that about not fussing.]

[striketwice]

[ A roll of his eyes, but it's utterly undone by the way he smiles. ]

Fine. I guess that's your boyfriend right.

[vecna]

It’s only fair.

[But what a way to undo his willingness to argue the point — not that he had much conviction behind this “complaint” in the first place.]

And… I guess making your messy bed isn’t too much of a chore, considering everything you’re doing for me, anyhow.

[striketwice]

[ He laughs, slides his fingers through Henry's hair. ]

Small price to pay, huh? Still, I promise I'll make it worth it.

[vecna]

[Suddenly, he feels like he will happily deal with an eternity of unmade beds to hear things like that from Alec.]

You already have.

[Holds onto him a little tighter, a little closer.]

We just have to leave this place.

[striketwice]

[ Oh, he feels the way that embrace tightens in every fiber of his being. His heart practically throbs in response. God, he never wants to let this go. ]

We will.