[Much like the gentle touch to his face, Beelzebub's thumb brushing away Temenos's tears surprises him in a great number of ways. The fact that he has been able to let his guard down enough to get this close to someone...he wasn't sure if he could do it again after everything that happened back home. But he hasn't just let his guard down. He's let himself be vulnerable, to feel warm and safe in another's arms. To trust in even the darkest of moments.
His heart really does feel full, and he wants to keep sharing that fulfillment with Beelzebub.]
Nothing would bring me greater relief than having you by my side in my time of need, dear Beelzebub. [He used to jokingly mock such declarations of protection. He's more than capable of fending for himself, after all. But he's come to really appreciate that level of trust- that companionship.] I pray we don't arrive at that point anytime soon, but I don't doubt you'll be there.
[Finally, he is able to let all of the built-up tension since the trial go and welcome the exhaustion waiting in the wings. He lets out a gentle laugh and closes his eyes.]
Admittedly, I have slept very little, if at all, since Thursday night. I have had far too much on my mind.
[While Temenos's eyes are closed, he'll feel Beelzebub shift closer with a gentle, brushing press of his lips, warm against the cleric's cheekbone as his voice stays low, the worry subtle in his voice but evident on his face.]
It's no good to think on a mind that's hungry for sleep.
[There's a pause, as he looks back and forth down either side of the surf, before gently pulling Temenos by the forearms to guide him in the direction of some of the beach chairs.]
[Oh, that's such a sweet kiss. Temenos can't help but smile and let himself lean into it, sliding his arms back around Beelzebub in the process.]
Heheh... You've grown adventurous.
[It's a far cry from just days ago when the demon was afraid to even attempt a kiss in fear of how his body might react. Fortunately for everyone at the party, everything turned out okay. Temenos in particular is more than grateful.
Ah, but it seems getting comfortable is going to have to wait. This really isn't the spot for anyway, he knows that. At least Beelzebub is helping him along.]
Mm. I daresay it is starving right now. [With a sigh,] What terrible timing for it to decide this just as I find you.
[It's more than likely because of that. He can finally sleep soundly now that he knows Beelzebub is okay.]
It's okay. This is something I know how to deal with.
[Remember who his twin was, Temenos?
He'll lead the cleric to one of the more shaded seats, lowering himself down into the chair first as far back as possible in a straddle, shrugging off his jacket before tugging Temenos's wrist to join him.
Beelzebub gets to be your pillow this morning, sir.]
[Temenos remembers, but he couldn't have imagined this would be the solution.
He stands there, surprised for a moment as he realizes what Beelzebub is implying, but he doesn't have time to think about it for long. Before he knows it, he's being pulled down onto the chair.
Scooting up, he shifts to swing his legs up onto the chair and nestles himself against Beelzebub's chest. It's comfortable—more than he figured such a "pillow" would be—and he feels whatever strength he had remaining fading fast.]
Remind me to find you a nice snack after this.
[He whispers, lifting his head one last time to plant a sleepy kiss against Beelzebub's jaw before settling in for that long-overdue rest.]
[It's a quiet little chuckle, but he lets Temenos's weight settle against him, throwing his jacket loosely overtop both of them with one arm tucked against the cleric's shoulders, fishing out his D.D.D. with the other to flick through his applications.
Alarm set. How long could he go without food...
...
He'll give it a couple hours. He thinks, for this, he could manage a little longer than usual.
He settles back, and lets the moment be, the familiar and yet new sounds of the cadence of breath that slows into sleep, the way the body relaxes. He'll protect this. It's surprising, how much he wants to, and how sure he is in his feelings.]
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His heart really does feel full, and he wants to keep sharing that fulfillment with Beelzebub.]
Nothing would bring me greater relief than having you by my side in my time of need, dear Beelzebub. [He used to jokingly mock such declarations of protection. He's more than capable of fending for himself, after all. But he's come to really appreciate that level of trust- that companionship.] I pray we don't arrive at that point anytime soon, but I don't doubt you'll be there.
[Finally, he is able to let all of the built-up tension since the trial go and welcome the exhaustion waiting in the wings. He lets out a gentle laugh and closes his eyes.]
Admittedly, I have slept very little, if at all, since Thursday night. I have had far too much on my mind.
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It's no good to think on a mind that's hungry for sleep.
[There's a pause, as he looks back and forth down either side of the surf, before gently pulling Temenos by the forearms to guide him in the direction of some of the beach chairs.]
Come on. Follow me.
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Heheh... You've grown adventurous.
[It's a far cry from just days ago when the demon was afraid to even attempt a kiss in fear of how his body might react. Fortunately for everyone at the party, everything turned out okay. Temenos in particular is more than grateful.
Ah, but it seems getting comfortable is going to have to wait. This really isn't the spot for anyway, he knows that. At least Beelzebub is helping him along.]
Mm. I daresay it is starving right now. [With a sigh,] What terrible timing for it to decide this just as I find you.
[It's more than likely because of that. He can finally sleep soundly now that he knows Beelzebub is okay.]
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[Remember who his twin was, Temenos?
He'll lead the cleric to one of the more shaded seats, lowering himself down into the chair first as far back as possible in a straddle, shrugging off his jacket before tugging Temenos's wrist to join him.
Beelzebub gets to be your pillow this morning, sir.]
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He stands there, surprised for a moment as he realizes what Beelzebub is implying, but he doesn't have time to think about it for long. Before he knows it, he's being pulled down onto the chair.
Scooting up, he shifts to swing his legs up onto the chair and nestles himself against Beelzebub's chest. It's comfortable—more than he figured such a "pillow" would be—and he feels whatever strength he had remaining fading fast.]
Remind me to find you a nice snack after this.
[He whispers, lifting his head one last time to plant a sleepy kiss against Beelzebub's jaw before settling in for that long-overdue rest.]
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[It's a quiet little chuckle, but he lets Temenos's weight settle against him, throwing his jacket loosely overtop both of them with one arm tucked against the cleric's shoulders, fishing out his D.D.D. with the other to flick through his applications.
Alarm set. How long could he go without food...
...
He'll give it a couple hours. He thinks, for this, he could manage a little longer than usual.
He settles back, and lets the moment be, the familiar and yet new sounds of the cadence of breath that slows into sleep, the way the body relaxes. He'll protect this. It's surprising, how much he wants to, and how sure he is in his feelings.]
Sleep well, Temenos.