#failchamp

Xenk's eyes come open slowly, staring at the ceiling of the inn above him. He's disoriented, as he always is after sleeping more than six hours, but he supposes he must've needed it. What attempts to convince Edgin and the rest of his family that he "doesn't need to sleep as much as they do" are all lies, in the end-- a slowed ageing does little more than make you age slower, literally.

He makes to rise from the mattress, but stops when he realises there's a body next to him. This isn't new, either-- whenever they take rooms at an inn, Edgin is always his companion while the two girls take the second one-- but as he turns his head and sees Edgin's cheek presses to his chest, the proximity is very new.

As is Xenk's arm wrapped around his body, matching the leg that Edgin's thrown over his own.

Edgin always looks so serene when he sleeps, but the proximity between them now makes it that much sweeter. Xenk can count every eyelash, it looks like, and his expression softens even when he realises the man had drooled on him.

He doesn't want to wake him, he realises. The selfishness of this makes his stomach twist, however, because Xenk knows better. He should wake him, because they were meant to go into town today and speak with the mayor regarding commissions for pay. He should wake him because it's the right thing to do.

So he lifts his free arm (the one that Edgin isn't wrapped up in), tapping his fingers gently against Edgin's cheek.