[He continues to sleep, safe and warm in the other's arms. There's nothing he needs to do, nowhere he needs to go. And so Aether doesn't move much, peacefully resting close to Vanitas until his partner presses a soft kiss to his forehead. That's the moment when Aether shifts again. His arms reach out to his lover, wrapping around him. His head buries only closer into the warmth next to him, like he's just found himself a perfect pillow.
Aether continuous to sleep. His breathing is even. It's almost funny that nothing seems to wake him up, when usually he's more aware of his surroundings.
But... this is "home". He's home now. There's no need for him to worry.]
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Aether continuous to sleep. His breathing is even. It's almost funny that nothing seems to wake him up, when usually he's more aware of his surroundings.
But... this is "home". He's home now. There's no need for him to worry.]