[ waking is a slow process encouraged by exploring fingers. sleep has always had a restorative affect for nico and as long lashes flutter gradually open, he stretches with thin limbs askew, a hum on his lips that means the fatigue from hefting a weighty god through the shadows has already gone. his mood is infinitely better too, as if the solstice has spawned new hope in him. he gazes down at the owner of those sweeping fingers and actually manages a smile. one hand reaches out to toy with loki's hair and he watches through dark lashes. ]
Good morning. You broke my bed last night.
[ and that smile turns into a bit of a cheeky grin. last night's events haven't been forgotten, but he'll hold off reminding loki of anything until later. ]
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Good morning. You broke my bed last night.
[ and that smile turns into a bit of a cheeky grin. last night's events haven't been forgotten, but he'll hold off reminding loki of anything until later. ]