How far pre-everything are we doing?

[rabbitwithwings]

[It was rare that he fell asleep or even into a light doze in a place that wasn't his room, but the Crow found himself drifting off in a small alcove with a bench. He had settled in to read and the day simply caught up with him. His head is tucked in a corner, tilted slightly back with the book dangling from his fingers. Chase opened his eye one

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Wing it?

[historyandblood]

[It quite possibly is the smell of blood, though it's rather faint. He To his credit, he tries to keep the scent off of himself - people don't much like it if you smell like you've just eaten, after all - but perhaps there are just some things that get ingrained in.]

[He creeps from rafter to rafter until he lands softly, several feet away from Chase, and slinks forward to gently take the book out from Chase's fingers.]

Probably pre-death for him at least.

[rabbitwithwings]

[It's familiar enough that it keeps him in the light doze, on his toes and alert. But he's still sleeping enough that Aiden shouldn't expect him to wake, blame it being on the battlefield for so long if you wanted. But now it's so familiar that he doesn't right wake at it at first like most might.

He wakes a tick or two at feeling his book disappear from his hand, fingers twitching and Chase makes a sleepy grunt. Recognizing more of Aiden's personal scent now that it's closer.]

Pre-Seren?

[historyandblood]

[The book slips free and he tucks it into the pocket of his cloak. Not sure what it is he's just pulled out from Chase's hand, but he'll investigate later. Right now, he's smirking to himself as he leans in a little, on the verge of touching his nose to the other's.]

[Wakey~ wakey~]

Sounds good to me.

[rabbitwithwings]

[It was just a small book on diseases and things of that nature, just caught his eye, the title. Sometimes he doesn't even draw on what he learns until years later when he's almost forgotten it.

He's almost waking. The lingering feeling of something in front of his face almost feels like a feather. Chase's brow wrinkles]

/fights with all the muses >:

[historyandblood]

[A silent snicker to himself, breath possibly ruffling Chase's hair.]

[This is mean. It's really mean. He should just wake him up so that he doesn't freak the other one out - but he can't really help it.]

Sit on them?

[rabbitwithwings]

[It makes the older man lift his hand and rub at his face, opening his eye just a crack. Really? It doesn't bother him all that much. There's the momentary shock of having someone that close but he recognizes Aiden and smiles a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Then he closes his eye again, leaning back.] Rude to interrupt a nap.

/drapes on

[historyandblood]

[He waits until there's a hand in his face, before finally laughing and flopping down next to Chase, balancing the book on his knee.]

'Bout time ya woke up~

/holds and covers

[rabbitwithwings]

[Grumping a little at the laugh and rubs at his face more before glancing at Aiden in the side seat.]

How long have you been there?

/curls up on

[historyandblood]

[Resting his chin on Chase's shoulder, and nosing at. Playful.]

Somewhere between... droppin' yer chin to yer chest, and droolin'. Y'know, this is why they make beds, yeah?

/pets and covers

[rabbitwithwings]

[Turns his head toward him, nose barely brushing Aiden's with a soft noise.]

Ha, ha. I did no such thing. [Shrugs his other shoulder.] Didn't feel like laying in it just yet. ["Not without you."]

/purrs :3c

[historyandblood]

[Slips his arms around the other's waist, and pressing close. Yes, that's a nose against your throat. Not hungry or anything, just wrapping himself up in scents and smells.]

[Mmm~ warm~]

'Course ya did~ [No, he didn't.] Waitin' fer someone?

/derp

[rabbitwithwings]

[Chase is surprised the younger man hasn't climbed up in his lap yet if he's doing all that, but he slips an arm around Aiden as well with his fingers lightly playing with the strands. His head is already tilted back enough to give the vampire plenty of room to nose and settle.

He's always warm~ Chase snorts again, he knows he didn't. Then he hums, hand slipping down Aiden's back to draw small figures on it.]

Planned on just watching folks walk by, didn't think you'd be in this wing tonight. [The truth, pretty much.]

/FLIPS TABLES

[historyandblood]

[Aiden reckons that lap-crawling can wait until they are behind the curtains of a four-poster bed. Not that he's shy, and not that he doesn't like the idea of putting on a show, but rather... he likes the comfort of knowing he has a safe place to pile in once he's nice and tired.]

Warm~ warm~ warm~ he loves it so much.

O-oh dear. Arching into that little touch, murmuring a bit of a purr.]

Wanted ta come find ya~

>: /holds

[rabbitwithwings]

[True enough, it was always best to let down your guard in a place you knew was safe. And what room was safer than the one they had claimed for their get togethers? It was far enough away that it wasn't easily found, Chase's talismans on the inside to be activated when they were in. The alcove, while somewhat separated, wasn't the best place to be caught.

You're making him wonder if you have enough blankets on your bed when you sleep in the daytime, man. Chase hums in response, continuing to draw.]

Here I am, yours for the night.

/grabby hands for attention span; videos are distracting >>;

[historyandblood]

[There's also the fact that Chase always seems much more relaxed, in the comfort of their room. Much more open. Not nearly as edgy.

Oh, he does. If there was ever something to remain consistent about him, it was his fear of the sun. Blankets or not, though, there's nothing like a warm body, a beating heart, breath against his skin. There's noting like the feeling of being a tangled mess of arms and legs and limbs.

He cranes his neck a little more.]

Careful with what ya say, yeah? Might give me the wrong ideas~ [... And really? He's perfectly okay with that.]

/gives some of hers!

[rabbitwithwings]

[Never was thrilled with the idea of being caught.

Lucky for him that Chase is willing to supply all of those for him, even protect him from the sun with his own body if he had to. Chase laughs lightly, hand moving up Aiden's back to his hair again, threading into the strands.

Almost close enough to kiss if the Crow brought his head down.] What's wrong with that? I can always spare a night or two. [The wrong ideas are the lovely ones at this point.]