John feels it when Dresden falls asleep and he doesn't mind the blue balls or the feeling of this being very anticlimatic. He doesn't even mind being a pillow for the night.
Any price is worth it for feeling Harry Dresden at rest. The constant volcanic threat of the mage's wrath goes out with all the suddenness of a light being flicked. In slumber, his breath is slow and even, his face slack. He even looks quiet and delicate in this way, eyelashes dark against his winter pale skin.
John can touch, if he's careful. Smooth over Dresden's brow, like brushing away the wrinkles there will soothe the thoughts beneath. Press the bisected parts of his scarred lip together like that alone will heal the damage. Even trace the thin skin of his eyelids.
He doesn't seem like the greatest threat to John's empire when he's like this. He just seems tired, the sort of bone tired that one night of sleep could never shake. And more than anything, John is reluctant to wake him.
From the floor, John can reach the suit jacket he threw over the chair. It's not a blanket, but it covers Dresden's bare back to keep the cold clear when the warmth of the mead leaves them.
John takes another few minutes, just tracing the sleeping wizard's features before succumbing himself to sleep. ]
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timeasmymeasure
precious sleeping asshole
Date: 2012-11-05 04:27 am (UTC)John feels it when Dresden falls asleep and he doesn't mind the blue balls or the feeling of this being very anticlimatic. He doesn't even mind being a pillow for the night.
Any price is worth it for feeling Harry Dresden at rest. The constant volcanic threat of the mage's wrath goes out with all the suddenness of a light being flicked. In slumber, his breath is slow and even, his face slack. He even looks quiet and delicate in this way, eyelashes dark against his winter pale skin.
John can touch, if he's careful. Smooth over Dresden's brow, like brushing away the wrinkles there will soothe the thoughts beneath. Press the bisected parts of his scarred lip together like that alone will heal the damage. Even trace the thin skin of his eyelids.
He doesn't seem like the greatest threat to John's empire when he's like this. He just seems tired, the sort of bone tired that one night of sleep could never shake. And more than anything, John is reluctant to wake him.
From the floor, John can reach the suit jacket he threw over the chair. It's not a blanket, but it covers Dresden's bare back to keep the cold clear when the warmth of the mead leaves them.
John takes another few minutes, just tracing the sleeping wizard's features before succumbing himself to sleep. ]