Sun trickles in from behind the curtains and the light hits his eyes just right to make him rub at his face. His body pressed skin against skin to Hadrian’s, he can’t say he’s ever been one for...cuddling, nor has he ever been one to stick around once the sun comes up, yet here he is— doing both of those things. He isn’t sure if he should be disgusted with himself or not, in the end though he doesn’t think he is, even in the slightest. It probably helps that the bard and himself are half naked, legs tangled with each other, Hadrian’s head resting against his chest, his own arm draped over him; it’s almost protectively and he supposed that’s what makes him move it away when he realizes it. Hadrian’s still asleep he thinks and so the vulture tries to stir him awake, the only way he knows how; letting his fingers lightly trace the other mans bare chest, his mouth moving to Hadrian’s ear to whisper. “You know I could have sworn I owed you new clothing after last night, yet here we are still in bed, did I tire you out that much?” He lets out the slightest of chuckles, this seems so domestic, everything in him tells him this isn’t him, Nekhbet wants it to be though, it’s probably one of the rarer nice moments he’d ever had with another person, one that wasn’t or ended up dead anyway. @minstrelhadrian
