#literally always forever from the moment i wake to when i succumb to slumber. ALWAYS thiinking about them........

[moe-broey]

Oooouhhhhuhhhhghihhghh.... my Sweetie Peas................

[bigprincess-energy]

Just soft orphydice, anything, just soft orphydice

hannah-joy you beautiful, wonderful bouquet of springtime wildflowers you! I hope this is soft enough for you!! 

Eurydice always struggled to sleep during the winter. The warmth of walls, blankets, and of course the arms of her lover provided some comfort, but the habit formed over years of huddling into one’s self to avoid the harsh chill of the wind would take time to fade away. The cold tip of Orpheus’ nose awoke the young woman, memories of rainwater dripping down and assaulting her skin as she fought to survive previous winters’ nights flooding her mind. Here, there was no storm brewing above, just her sleepy husband pulling her closer into him in his sleep. It wasn’t fair, no one should look at beautiful as Orpheus did while he slumbered. Eurydice wanted to stay in bed with him, to count his freckles and eyelashes until her eyelids grew heavy and sleep found her once more. Even with the sanctuary of a home and Orpheus’ warmth, Eurydice found herself shivering, teeth chattering from the December air seeping through invisible gaps between the outside world and their bed.

The room was almost pitch black, there was no moon in the sky to pour through the window and cast light upon the sleeping lovers. In the hearth of their home, a few embers from the evening’s fire twinkled like fading stars. Unable to face the cold any longer, she slipped out of Orpheus’ embrace and out of their bed, wincing as her toes made contact with the cold floor. Wrapping herself in one of the many blankets piled atop her sleeping husband, she silently crept towards the fireplace, moving with care and precision to avoid any creaky floorboards or discarded items left on the floor, a problem for tomorrow. Usually, she would carry firewood three or four logs at a time, despite her small stature she was strong. But tonight, she carefully picked up each log, paying great attention to the game of Jenga she was playing with the logs trying not to make more noise than absolutely necessary.

Once several logs were set in their new home, Eurydice attempted to light a match, but her fingers fumbled. Normally, her fingers were quick and nimble a flame burning the tip of the wooden stick with only a few quick swipes, but tonight the chill in the air caused her fingers to become stiff. They ached with each match that followed. As she struggled, her mind wandered back to the fateful night she had first met Orpheus. Stepping into a strange bar, desperate for a match so she could light her candle. She needed light to survive the darkness, little did she know she would go home with the sun that night. Orpheus had later told her he had desperately patted himself down for a match that evening, disappointed he was unable to be the one to light her candle. This comment was met with a laugh from the girl and a sincere promise from the boy that from here on out, he would always have a match for her.

And now, here she sat on the floor, fingers trembling as she tried once more to spark a flame. Please, please, please! Eurydice thought to herself as she struck the match against the box for what felt like the millionth time. She knew the gods rarely listened to the prayers of the desperate, they had not listened during the darkest of times, why would they listen now? Still, Orpheus had taught her to hope. With the last of her will succumbing to the cold Eurydice called out to anyone, the sky, the universe, the gods with a final plea. PLEASE!

Maybe it was a literal stroke of luck but with her final strike, the match ignited. The soft orange glow and smell of smoke took Eurydice by surprise, so much so that she almost dropped the match before she could light the fire. It took a moment but the tiny flame soon developed into a small fire, crackling and sparking before Eurydice. It was intoxicating to watch, the graceful dance of the flames, how the vibrant hues of orange, yellow, red, and blue intertwined with each other. There was also the heat, of course, radiating outward. Fingers still shaking, Eurydice reached out over the flames and warmed her hands, sighing with relief as the numbness faded away.

*** 

Orpheus awoke in a panic. Their bed was empty, Eurydice was gone. He had experienced this nightmare before, the one when doubt crept in and echoed around his mind until he looked behind him and lost his lover forever, forcing him to return to the world up top alone and a failure. The boy shot up in bed immediately, pawing around blindly for her, longing - no, needing to feel her presence next to him. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, when the world finally came into focus he noticed a figure sitting in front of the fireplace in their home, illuminated by the soft glow of a fire. Softly Orpheus called out, his voice cracking slightly, “Eurydice?”

The figure shifted around, looking over its shoulder. Instantly the figure was no longer a strange dark shape but instead his lover, bundled up in a blanket with a soft smile and apologetic eyes.

“Oh shit lover, I am so sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet. I-I just got cold.” She explained, gesturing towards the fire.

 Instantly Orpheus was out of bed, his long legs carrying his body to her in just a few steps. Instead of responding to her question, he simply sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her with such desperation it caused Eurydice to raise an eyebrow with concern.

 “Lover, is everything okay?” She questioned scooting back against him, eyes frantically exploring his features for an explanation.

 “I just got scared when you weren’t there,” Orpheus said finally, reaching his hand out to caress her cheek. Eurydice blushed slightly at his tender touch, leaning into the physical contact.

 “I’m sorry I scared you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand before intertwining their fingers. “But I’m right here, I’m right beside you love. I promise.”

 Shifting around slightly Eurydice moved the blanket so it was draped over Orpheus’ shoulders. She could hold the edges around them as she sat in his lap, his chin resting in the crook of her neck. The couple sat and watched the fire burn, holding each other in comfortable silence, the only disruption an occasional crackle sounding from the hearth.

***

Orpheus awoke first to a terrible crick in his neck. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the boy realized that he and Eurydice had fallen asleep in front of the fire. Looking down he saw his wife, curled up in his lap sleeping soundly. He wanted desperately to move, to stretch out his aching bones and apologize to them for his sleeping position, but nothing could bring him to wake her, especially with sleep being such a rare and valuable commodity in their home. There he sat, gently stroking Eurydice’s hair to the rhythm of her breathing, simple and steady. In front of him, lingering embers lay in piles of ash, the last of their light flickering out as the sunlight began to stream in through the window. 

[matsucanon]

Matsuno has lack of sleep lately. s/o noticied when he's about to drop his head againts the table; they had to place their hand in between so he wouldn't get hurt. "Ok, that's it..." they get up, takes a huge fluffy blanket, literally forces him to lay down placing his head at their lap. "You need to sleep. So, take a rest ok?" They say as they cover him with the blanket and gently caress his head. Reaction?

Falling Asleep on Their S/O’s Lap

Osomatsuwould try and use this as an opportunity to get frisky with you.  He’s half asleep while making passes and you just roll your eyes at him, insisting that he get some clearly, much needed sleep.  He smiled in defeat and allowed himself to be wrapped up.  The warmth of the blanket along with your fingers brushing through his hair made it harder for him to keep his eyes open.  He slept like a baby, and kind of looked like one too.  

Karamatsuis overwhelmed by the sudden warmth that surrounded him.  He looked up at you with a surprised expression that quickly turned into a soft smile.  He brushes his hand against yours, wishing that he could stay in this moment forever.  He does his best to stay up, but eventually begins to doze off.  Before he does, he tells you  “If I don’t wake up, wake me up with a kiss, m’kay~”

Choromatsucan’t possibly sleep now.  His face is red and his cheeks are now giving off more heat than the blanket could provide.  He laid very still but it didn’t take too long for his tired body to give in.  As soon as his eyes close, he’s in deep sleep.  His body loosens up, and you couldn’t help but giggle, seeing as you’d rarely seen him fully relaxed.  Once he wakes up, he’s clearly embarrassed from allowing himself to fall asleep on you, but he’s gushing with happiness on the inside.

Ichimatsuis too tired to reject your offer.  He mutters an apology but quiets down once you begin to gently comb your fingers through his hair.  He buries his face in the blanket, hoping that you wouldn’t be able to notice the change of hue on his cheeks.  You made him feel comfortable and he felt oddly lucky for having this opportunity.  Once he finally succumbs to his sleepiness, he lays there in a fetal position and his face appears visibly relaxed.  

Jyushimatsuhad been working out harder than usual lately.  The feeling of sleepiness finally caught up to him and he was glad to have you there for him.  He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a big, tired smile before knocking out.  He looked like a toddler during nap time, but his loud snores contrasted the cute image.  His warm hug made you feel tired as well and you soon joined him in his slumber.

Todomatsuthinks your gesture is very cute.  He’s always loved the idea of falling asleep on your lap, but now, he was feeling quite nervous.  What if he drooled on you or did something embarrassing in his sleep?  His nerves were soon calmed by your soothing strokes and he found himself quickly falling asleep.  Just as he feared, he did drool a bit, but you didn’t really mind.  He looked too cute and you didn’t want to wake him anytime soon.