#theyre like a softer vers of adeuce to me

[hunting-season]

quick drabble i wrote of them because i was feeling soft and weak from reading yearning-type of posts. mayhaps it will expand to cover the rest of the days???

Sunday Afternoon (Jade/Deuce)

It’s Sunday afternoon and Jade is still in bed. It’s Sunday afternoon and Deuce is curled into Jade’s side, drooling into the merboy’s sheets without a care in the world. Jade traces the tip of his finger around Deuce’s closed eye, the one his usual spade mark would be drawn on.

It’s Sunday afternoon and soft blue sunlight colors the dark spaces of Jade’s dorm room as light peeks in through Octavinelle’s ocean above. A blue sunbeam slants over Deuce’s closed eyes, but he doesn’t stir, because it is blue and he’s said once it was Jade’s color, so it is safe and warm to him.

It’s Jade’s day off from the Lounge, and he’s spending the afternoon of it in bed watching his lover sleep and stir out of it.

“Jade?” Deuce calls out softly, not Leech as he insists on calling Jade when they’re around others. Jade smiles, fingers smoothing down pieces of Deuce’s hair.

“Deuce Spade,” he says, because it is amusing to watch the way Deuce’s nose crinkles at the formality, “I hope you’re enjoying your afternoon.”