#@ godric's standards for happiness: weird flex but ok

[hillrot]

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      He doesn’t want to head in to work. How could he could he when he had the chance to wake up to a warm bed, beside someone who had fussed and sheltered him long before any romance had been cemented, someone who cared for him even when Godric once couldn’t remember the other man’s name. It’s an odd feeling… to wake up and realize how full and content one was with the world, that it might pass by outside, and he wouldn’t even care so long as that time was shared. Was that love? Or hopelessness? 

      “Haleir.” Too soft to stir the other as he sits up, the covers on his side of the bed falling to his lap. Part of him not wanting to steal the bartender from sleep, but the vast majority of him wants a proper farewell as he gets ready for work. Really, he should start leaving a spare suit here. Or at least a change of slacks. There were only so many walks of shame into work he could make before people would start to meet the ‘lucky devil’. The thought to shake the fae awake to fufill that desire of his comes to mind, but passes just as quickly. 

     Instead, Godric ducks underneath the covers, stretching down and across the mattress until his mouth finds it’s way to the plush skin of one of Haleir’s hips. Once there, laying a gentle kiss in place. “Starlight?” Another, attention wandering yet again in lieu of the inevitable march of time. A gentle warning to “Wake up”, before setting his sights on Haleir’s stomach. A quick inhale of breath and if the elf wasn’t awake already, he had the misfortune of being woken up to Godric blowing raspberry kisses against his belly.