[When Taako wakes, he has a moment of groggy disorientation straight out of the romcom flicks- why is there a handsome man in his bed? Then the sleep fog clears, and he grins wider than the fantasy cheshire cat. He's very much tempted to just scoot in close and link his ankles around Kravitz's, but there's something important to be done first.
Taako rolls over onto his side, and scoops up the compact mirror he keeps next to his lamp for this very reason. He combs his fingers through his mussed hair, ensures his mascara is artfully smudged rather than panda eyes, and crawls back in close to Kravitz in record time. Nailed it.
He props himself up on one elbow against the pillows, cheek in hand. Kravitz, he hopes, will wake momentarily. Taako gives the man a helpful nudge by following his earlier instincts and winding one leg inbetween his.]
[Since becoming undead, Kravitz hasn't thought much for things like sleep. On one hand, it makes him feel a little more alive again, giving into mortal pleasantries in assumption that his form needed any kind of upkeep or care when it doesn't actually exist. But on the other, there's something to be said for being curled up with Taako, body warm from previous events, and being relaxed enough that the process just seems to happen.
Taako's been introducing a lot of those feelings back to him in the recent time they've been together. If he was feeling incredibly sappy, he might say something about how Taako makes him feel truly alive.
He doesn't notice the jostling of the bed until Taako nudges him, at which point he groans a sleepy noise and almost goes to roll over, but is stopped by Taako's leg, so he just has to blearily open his eyes and prop himself up a bit on his elbows.]
Mm. Good morning-- it is morning, isn't it?
[Well, he sure hopes The Raven Queen didn't try to call him. Though he suspects she'd have found her ways if it was truly urgent.]
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Date: 2017-08-28 07:53 am (UTC)[When Taako wakes, he has a moment of groggy disorientation straight out of the romcom flicks- why is there a handsome man in his bed? Then the sleep fog clears, and he grins wider than the fantasy cheshire cat. He's very much tempted to just scoot in close and link his ankles around Kravitz's, but there's something important to be done first.
Taako rolls over onto his side, and scoops up the compact mirror he keeps next to his lamp for this very reason. He combs his fingers through his mussed hair, ensures his mascara is artfully smudged rather than panda eyes, and crawls back in close to Kravitz in record time. Nailed it.
He props himself up on one elbow against the pillows, cheek in hand. Kravitz, he hopes, will wake momentarily. Taako gives the man a helpful nudge by following his earlier instincts and winding one leg inbetween his.]
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Date: 2017-09-05 06:12 pm (UTC)Taako's been introducing a lot of those feelings back to him in the recent time they've been together. If he was feeling incredibly sappy, he might say something about how Taako makes him feel truly alive.
He doesn't notice the jostling of the bed until Taako nudges him, at which point he groans a sleepy noise and almost goes to roll over, but is stopped by Taako's leg, so he just has to blearily open his eyes and prop himself up a bit on his elbows.]
Mm. Good morning-- it is morning, isn't it?
[Well, he sure hopes The Raven Queen didn't try to call him. Though he suspects she'd have found her ways if it was truly urgent.]