[ larus doesn't want to leave like this, not when there's so much to discuss, but he gives dorian the slightest nod in response, another touch of his fingers gliding over shower-warm skin. then, he turns and disappears out of the main bedroom, not wanting to push their boundaries further than they've been already. it's the exhaustion, too, that drives him into that spare room, glancing around the inside of it once he's through the threshold and not really caring about the decor as much as he does the bed waiting there for him.
he leaves the door ajar in case dorian wants to join him, an open invitation despite not having said or discussed otherwise.
and the entire time he lays there on that mattress, above the blankets and on his back to stare at the ceiling, he can't get his mind to relax. tired as he is, there's too much to think about, and all he does is listen to dorian's heartbeat in the next room, the sounds he makes as he adjusts the curtains to make it darker for him to block out the sun once it rises. when the noises die down, larus continues to track where he is inside the suite until he eventually forces his eyes closed to rest. ]
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he leaves the door ajar in case dorian wants to join him, an open invitation despite not having said or discussed otherwise.
and the entire time he lays there on that mattress, above the blankets and on his back to stare at the ceiling, he can't get his mind to relax. tired as he is, there's too much to think about, and all he does is listen to dorian's heartbeat in the next room, the sounds he makes as he adjusts the curtains to make it darker for him to block out the sun once it rises. when the noises die down, larus continues to track where he is inside the suite until he eventually forces his eyes closed to rest. ]