You can't say that and expect me to believe that we won't be expiring at around the same time. You may even go before me. A lack of sleep kills, my darling.
[ Midnight sighs, though. He's perfectly aware that his sleeping circumstances were... less than ideal before the Oripathy, but he knows that if the fatigue that comes with gradual loss of oxygen in his blood wasn't physically kneecapping him, he'd be in similar straits.
The only analogue Midnight has for this is what he's read in books of courtly literature from Victoria and Kazimierz. It's strange. He never counted on anyone seeing him as someone to be blessed, which is why he takes such blessings so seriously. Kaveh's red, red eyes are too bright with fervor, with a deathly lack of sleep. How do these things come to you so easily? ]
I'm not Netzach, darling. I only know one sure way to tire someone else out in bed.
[ There is a very slight change in his expression at this. He nudges their hands out of the way, then lands another kiss on soft lips. This one is very slow, languid. With the confidence of someone who could have been landing accurate kisses for the past ten minutes, but really made a conscious effort not to bother.
He's looking at Kaveh's mouth when he draws away, licks his lips. Kaveh's lips are so very carefully moisturized. He must have used that lip balm too. ]
Regardless of what you might like to do next... Might I propose that you simply might be allowing yourself too many thoughts to sleep?
[ The tone of his voice suggests, among other things, that Midnight would be perfectly all right with helping Kaveh rectify that problem. (Among other things. The other things mostly revolve around his concern about Kaveh's safety with power tools in proximity.) ]
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[ Midnight sighs, though. He's perfectly aware that his sleeping circumstances were... less than ideal before the Oripathy, but he knows that if the fatigue that comes with gradual loss of oxygen in his blood wasn't physically kneecapping him, he'd be in similar straits.
The only analogue Midnight has for this is what he's read in books of courtly literature from Victoria and Kazimierz. It's strange. He never counted on anyone seeing him as someone to be blessed, which is why he takes such blessings so seriously. Kaveh's red, red eyes are too bright with fervor, with a deathly lack of sleep. How do these things come to you so easily? ]
I'm not Netzach, darling. I only know one sure way to tire someone else out in bed.
[ There is a very slight change in his expression at this. He nudges their hands out of the way, then lands another kiss on soft lips. This one is very slow, languid. With the confidence of someone who could have been landing accurate kisses for the past ten minutes, but really made a conscious effort not to bother.
He's looking at Kaveh's mouth when he draws away, licks his lips. Kaveh's lips are so very carefully moisturized. He must have used that lip balm too. ]
Regardless of what you might like to do next... Might I propose that you simply might be allowing yourself too many thoughts to sleep?
[ The tone of his voice suggests, among other things, that Midnight would be perfectly all right with helping Kaveh rectify that problem. (Among other things. The other things mostly revolve around his concern about Kaveh's safety with power tools in proximity.) ]