@auspiciovs || silas.
a swift glance downwards and one might think yuri asleep, their features are so peaceful and calm. eyes are mostly lidded, practically closed but every so often nimble fingers lift to turn a page of the book propped open upon their chest. it’s a permeating kind of contentment, one that seeps into their bones and fills their veins with honey, warm and sticky and sweet. they trust silas not to drop his own book upon their head, nestled as they are on his lap. the silence is companionable and soothes the constantly frayed edges of yuri’s nerves. an introvert, yuri gathers their energy best when they are alone; being with silas, however, is far better. “how’s your book?” they ask softly after a time has stretched, voice creaky with disuse. a dark eyed gaze glitters up at their friend, the corners of their lips upturning in a faint smile. soft. silas is so soft.
