[ Truthfully, he's doing—well, he's not doing terrible. Sorta. At the very least, there's usually an effort to come home and enjoy some time with Lizabeta, so she isn't just stuck in her cage all day. It's nice to let her roam free and listen to her chirp excitedly as she went from room to room.
He definitely isn't coming home as early (or perhaps...on time) as he usually was when Inej was there. But he hasn't totally backslid. Mostly. Maybe.
She squeezes his shoulder and he sighs, trying to release more of the tension he's been holding onto. It works, because he blearily wakes up enough to get ready for bed at her gentle urging. The jet lag has fully caught up. His short nap barely made a dent and he crashes almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.
Even stranger, he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night like he was worried he would. Instead, he sleeps through until an early hour of the morning, right around dawn, the pale light from the sun starting to creep in around the edges of her curtains. He's used to this hour but only from the side where he's usually stayed up until now, not waking with it. Unlike Inej, who typically gets up with the birds.
Rubbing some sleep from his eyes, he glances over at her, met with the sight of her still sleeping peacefully. Her mouth's dropped open a bit, soft breaths making some of her undone hair flutter near her cheek. He has the strongest urge to reach over and tuck that lock behind her ear. It fights with how much he wants to roll closer and curl an arm around her middle.
Fuck.
He really shouldn't have argued about sharing the bed. Because he can't unsee her like this, completely relaxed and so beautiful it almost hurts to look. ]
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Date: 2020-10-22 12:21 am (UTC)He definitely isn't coming home as early (or perhaps...on time) as he usually was when Inej was there. But he hasn't totally backslid. Mostly. Maybe.
She squeezes his shoulder and he sighs, trying to release more of the tension he's been holding onto. It works, because he blearily wakes up enough to get ready for bed at her gentle urging. The jet lag has fully caught up. His short nap barely made a dent and he crashes almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.
Even stranger, he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night like he was worried he would. Instead, he sleeps through until an early hour of the morning, right around dawn, the pale light from the sun starting to creep in around the edges of her curtains. He's used to this hour but only from the side where he's usually stayed up until now, not waking with it. Unlike Inej, who typically gets up with the birds.
Rubbing some sleep from his eyes, he glances over at her, met with the sight of her still sleeping peacefully. Her mouth's dropped open a bit, soft breaths making some of her undone hair flutter near her cheek. He has the strongest urge to reach over and tuck that lock behind her ear. It fights with how much he wants to roll closer and curl an arm around her middle.
Fuck.
He really shouldn't have argued about sharing the bed. Because he can't unsee her like this, completely relaxed and so beautiful it almost hurts to look. ]