[ There is the barest nod of Sion's head in response, the thick plait of his hair spilling across Julius' lap as he gives into sleep, knowing the cool shade of the tree grove which sheltered them, the warmth of close proximity, and the curl of Julius' fingers against his own until—...
He wakes in Company quarters, golden eyes slitting open and fingers flexing as though he'd expected to have another's hand in his own, his posture curled like there should have been someone there with him. ]
Julius...?
[ —his voice thick with sleep, the Enforcer's name is the first thing to come to mind, though Sion does not understand precisely why.
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He wakes in Company quarters, golden eyes slitting open and fingers flexing as though he'd expected to have another's hand in his own, his posture curled like there should have been someone there with him. ]
Julius...?
[ —his voice thick with sleep, the Enforcer's name is the first thing to come to mind, though Sion does not understand precisely why.
Still, he is awake, and there is work to do. ]