domesticity

[duke_of_illusions]

Al had stayed over last night... and hasn't quite left this morning, either. The day is stretching on, and Barma is still beautifully comfortable, now immersed in a book, as his fingers trail through Al's hair.

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"Thank you."

He says, quietly, but with real feeling. People haven't, in the past.

[al_truism]

Al strokes his hair slowly, thoughtfully, and brushes his lips against his forehead.

He knows.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma pulls him close.

"Rest?"

[al_truism]

"I'll be here," he promises warmly and wraps both arms around him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"And so will I. I won't let anything like this happen to you again."

He promises.

[al_truism]

"There will be bumps in the road. I'm resilient," he laughs softly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Good."

Eyes closing.

[al_truism]

"... I love knowing that you're looking out for me," he admits.

"I feel safe."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'll do my best to always protect you."

[al_truism]

Al rubs at his eyes, smiles.

"Should rest."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Sleep."

He agrees.

[al_truism]

Al smiles, kisses his ear, and tugs sheets up.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He curls up with him, yawning.

[al_truism]

He drops off quickly, and doesn't move for several hours. It helps to make up for the night before.