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Who: Cloud Strife and Nier Niersson.
When: Latter half of August!
Where: Private house.
What: Bad times.
Warnings: Trigger warning: death! Vampiric death but. :/
[It's probably midday. And the nocturnal residents of a Certain House on the outskirts of the forest are, well, asleep. The night before was uneventful. Mostly spent on jobs- as so many nights before were... and more than likely, most nights after. The latter part of that might not be that true.
For now though, Cloud remained oblivious. Their arrangement is the same as it is most nights. A mixture of tossing, turning, vague sleep-fighting (...neither of them were good sleepers...) and a strange sort of sharing- Cloud's (excessive) body heat in trade for Nier's (alarmingly) low temperature, a sort of balance between them at the less... chaotic stages of their shared sleep cycle.
Currently they were at the sharing stage. And Cloud, for all of his sins, is in a vague sploot against the other man's torso- Nier lying on his back and Cloud lying right on top of him, both ends of the spectrum of temperature meeting a sort of... shared happy medium with the act. Nier's breathing, as ever, is like waves. In, out. In, out. Giving, receiving. The odd beat of Nier's heart, perhaps one or two a minute, given his vampiric state, feels like some sort of sea creatures brushing against his body every now and again.
It's comforting.
If Cloud dreamt of the ocean waves because of it, that dream gutters out soon enough. There's... some sort of tremor. An earthquake? In his dreaming state, it kind of feels like one. And then...
The waves stop.
He's suspended, in this vague state of unconsciousness becoming consciousness, of grasping at his dream. Of attempting to reform it, to cling to it. But, as anyone would find when attempting to do the same thing, it's for nothing. Conciousness comes, no matter how he, in his drowsy state, wishes for it to not.
...His eyes flick open.
And something seems wrong immediately.]
...Hey. Uh...
[Was he still asleep? Wait...
He lifts his head. What-?]
You-?
[Awake, he wants to ask. But Nier's usual pallor seems all the more...]
Hey.
[Something's wrong.]
When: Latter half of August!
Where: Private house.
What: Bad times.
Warnings: Trigger warning: death! Vampiric death but. :/
[It's probably midday. And the nocturnal residents of a Certain House on the outskirts of the forest are, well, asleep. The night before was uneventful. Mostly spent on jobs- as so many nights before were... and more than likely, most nights after. The latter part of that might not be that true.
For now though, Cloud remained oblivious. Their arrangement is the same as it is most nights. A mixture of tossing, turning, vague sleep-fighting (...neither of them were good sleepers...) and a strange sort of sharing- Cloud's (excessive) body heat in trade for Nier's (alarmingly) low temperature, a sort of balance between them at the less... chaotic stages of their shared sleep cycle.
Currently they were at the sharing stage. And Cloud, for all of his sins, is in a vague sploot against the other man's torso- Nier lying on his back and Cloud lying right on top of him, both ends of the spectrum of temperature meeting a sort of... shared happy medium with the act. Nier's breathing, as ever, is like waves. In, out. In, out. Giving, receiving. The odd beat of Nier's heart, perhaps one or two a minute, given his vampiric state, feels like some sort of sea creatures brushing against his body every now and again.
It's comforting.
If Cloud dreamt of the ocean waves because of it, that dream gutters out soon enough. There's... some sort of tremor. An earthquake? In his dreaming state, it kind of feels like one. And then...
The waves stop.
He's suspended, in this vague state of unconsciousness becoming consciousness, of grasping at his dream. Of attempting to reform it, to cling to it. But, as anyone would find when attempting to do the same thing, it's for nothing. Conciousness comes, no matter how he, in his drowsy state, wishes for it to not.
...His eyes flick open.
And something seems wrong immediately.]
...Hey. Uh...
[Was he still asleep? Wait...
He lifts his head. What-?]
You-?
[Awake, he wants to ask. But Nier's usual pallor seems all the more...]
Hey.
[Something's wrong.]