#since that obimaul headkiss maybe?

[sl-walker]

Arc of the Wolf | On the Nature of Wind, Part V, Chapter 1

Scotty was a little more put together the next time he managed to find his way back to the world; enough to feel the ride of the Lady Grey, enough to know from that alone that she was safe. The rocking of the waves was less than it had been during the storm.  He was sore straight through, like every muscle had been overworked.  Felt warm enough, but it also felt tenuous, as if anything would take it away again.

Time was fragile.

Something was tickling his face.

He furrowed his eyebrows, then he managed to fight his eyes open for the first time since he’d been in the ocean and saw nothing but blond hair.  It was more than he necessarily had in him to pick his head up, neck stiff and protesting, but he did; more yet, to process Cor’s relative position to his own.

Somehow, Cor managed to sleep in a chair with his arms tucked around himself and remain stationary despite the rocking schooner; he had his head on the bunk next to where Scotty’s had been.

So, this is what it feels like, Scotty thought, but he wasn’t sure what this was or what exactly he was feeling.  Only that it was important.

Unable to keep his nails into consciousness, he put his head back down, pressed his brow to Corry’s crown regardless of the tickle, and fell back to sleep again, if a bit easier.