attorneyatlol | [RL: Tuesday Night || Apartment || Phoenix; Zelos]

Zelos, as much as he enjoyed the sensations accompanying Phoenix's actions, was just as interested in watching Phoenix execute them. The look on his face appeared to be bordering on captivation, and Zelos managed to slightly stifle an amused grin, before wondering if he managed to keep similar emotions concerning Phoenix's hair more in check.

At Phoenix's words of gratitude, he leaned his head back slightly, eyes closing momentarily. "Hmm," was all he managed for a moment, before returning his head to its previous position. "Like I said, as long as you're feeling better~." Although Zelos was fairly sure that he was still under the virus' influence, it had waned as the day had gone on, and he had no pressing urges to contend with, currently. However, that certainly didn't take away from the fact that he was quite comfortable and content in the present situation.

Phoenix’s smile grew wider. “Yeah, I think I am.”

It seemed his other arm was moving of its own accord, and by the time realization dawned on him, he had no idea where he'd intended it to go. He hovered uncertainly for a moment before he finally settled on draping it loosely around Zelos' waist, an act which gave him a moment's pause. It occurred to him that he had no idea what Zelos’ boundaries were. "Hey…" The word was drawn out sluggishly. Damn, he was getting tired. "You’ll let me know if I do anything, you know… uncomfortable, right?"

Zelos raised an eyebrow in response. People had been latching on to him with or without his permission for years, to the point where even he wasn't sure where his boundaries were anymore. He somehow doubted that Phoenix, of all people, would be the one to really test his limits, however deeply buried they were.

He was fairly sure that wherever they were, it was much farther along than a hesitant arm around his waist.

Zelos finally turned to look at Phoenix, a familiar, carefree smile on his face. "As long as you'll give me the same courtesy~." Honestly, he wasn't even sure how much longer Phoenix would be able to stay awake, and as long as he wasn't crossing any lines at the moment, he wasn't anticipating any real problems.

Phoenix chuckled softly. “Sounds good to me.” His arm, having tensed in the midst of his hesitation, relaxed again and even dared to draw Zelos slightly closer as his other hand resumed its careful attention to Zelos’ hair.

He tried to turn his concentration back to the movie, but it just wasn’t holding his interest. Not only was he more involved with the hair between his fingers or the warm body next to him, it was simply becoming more and more difficult to keep his eyes focused or even hold his head up straight. He sighed.

After a brief moment of consideration, he leaned his head against Zelos’ shoulder just enough to offer support… though with each breath he took, he felt himself leaning a little heavier.

((OOC: No suck!! I liked it a lot! SO THERE!))

Zelos was almost surprised when Phoenix drew him a bit closer, but not quite enough to warrant a visible reaction.

Phoenix beginning to succumb to his sleepiness and leaning against him, however, was enough to garner an almost affectionate smile. This was despite the fact that Phoenix was laying on some of his hair and, as such, pulling it a bit. Reaching around his head with his free arm, Zelos gently pulled it out of the way.

He chuckled as he felt Phoenix leaning more heavily into him. "Tired, are we?" Zelos wasn't going to really try to keep him awake if Phoenix was so tired, but he figured he may as well give it a shot.

“Hmm?” After a moment of focusing, he snickered. “I had an exciting day.” It seemed his head had slid into an uncomfortable position without his notice, and he repositioned himself with a yawn.

((OOC: Hope the shortness is okay. STRIVE FOR QUALITY, NOT QUANTITY. That's one of my rules.))

Another chuckle. "I'm sure." He wasn't expecting Phoenix to maintain consciousness much longer, and said no more, instead refocusing his attention on Phoenix's hair.

Staying awake was an uphill battle at this point. Every time Phoenix opened his eyes, his head had slid just a bit further than the last, and he found the movie making less and less sense even when he bothered paying attention. It occurred to him to say something, perhaps ask Zelos if he’d like to leave, but Phoenix was afraid if that if he stirred now, he would be wide awake and alone, in much the same position he had been before his friend arrived.

As his eyes drifted closed for the last time, he hoped Zelos didn’t mind being a pillow.

((OOOC: HE'S ASLEEP NOW, IN CASE YOU COULDN'T TELL))

Zelos heard Phoenix's breathing changing to that of sleep, slow and rhythmic. "Hey," he said, his voice soft but not quite a whisper, shaking Phoenix's shoulder slightly. Receiving no response, he rolled his eyes and smiled again.

He reached for the remote, turning off the TV. After all, there was no point in wasting energy when he and Phoenix weren't even paying attention to it. He had payed a minuscule amount of attention to it initially, but had ignored it entirely since the fight scene had ended.

And he sat there, perfectly content to just watch Phoenix sleep.

Edited 2008-02-06 15:17 (UTC)

Although the TV hadn’t been very loud to begin with, once its droning was cut off, the abrupt lack of sound registered in Phoenix’s ears. He slowly cracked an eye open, brow furrowed. “Wha... s’over?”

((OOC: lfjslj btw, that last pose was too cute and- and- and... iloveyournewzelosicons and iwanttomakephoenixiconstomatchsomeofthem *lovesmatchingicons*))

Edited 2008-02-06 18:59 (UTC)

Zelos hadn't expected that turning the TV off would actually wake Phoenix up, when he had seemed so very tired...even though he wasn't sure how "awake" Phoenix truly was. The somewhat incoherent reply wasn't exactly proof of full consciousness.

"More or less," he replied, wondering if he could coerce Phoenix into going back to sleep. He apparently needed it. Zelos made no sign of planning to move, instead simply once again starting to stroke Phoenix's hair.

“Hmm… stupid ending…” The fingers in his hair roused him enough to realize his own were lying limp (and asleep) against the back of the couch, and he flexed them in an unsuccessful attempt to return feeling before resuming his efforts in combing them through Zelos’ hair. “Sorry,” he said, though a few seconds later, his hand had stilled again.

To be fair, as far as he knew, the movie was still going on, but he didn't see how that would really be relevant at this point.

Especially considering Phoenix seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Pity. Zelos was going to ask what the mumbled apology had been for, but the question had died on his lips as Phoenix's hand had once again gone limp against his hair.

He smiled, shaking his head slightly. Back to being the pillow, then.

By all rights and means, he probably should have left some time ago.

Phoenix had been sleeping for...how long had it been now? He wasn't quite sure, but it had to have been hours. Phoenix had shifted surprisingly little (Zelos wasn't quite sure why he had expected different), and was still seemingly content, leaning against Zelos' shoulder fast asleep.

Truthfully, the only thing that had kept Zelos from moving was not knowing if he was going to wake Phoenix up or not. He certainly hadn't expected the reaction upon turning the movie off.

But he couldn't really afford to wait around until Phoenix woke up...he was due in Sybak the next morning to see how their research was progressing. More importantly, if he had to take a guess, he didn't think Phoenix would handle his inadvertently having "slept over" well...and Zelos thought it would probably be a little nicer to save him that awkwardness.

That thought won out as he carefully moved over, settling Phoenix down on the couch. He didn't stir, and Zelos smiled, slightly relieved.

Although he didn't like the idea of the door's deadbolt being left unlocked, there was at least a lock on the doorknob itself, and that was better than nothing. As he moved to the door, he cast one last look back toward Phoenix, still sound asleep. He smiled again, shaking his head slightly.

And with that, he let himself out, locking the doorknob's lock behind him.

The next morning, Phoenix awoke with a start when his alarm promptly went off at 7:00am. After a few moments of disorientation (it wasn’t the first time he had fallen asleep without unfolding the bed, but it wasn’t something he made a habit of), he resisted the urge to throw the alarm at the wall, instead fumbling for the button that would turn the damned thing off. Of course, he managed to hit the one that switched the deafening buzz to the harsh static of music in between stations, sadly just as deafening. He cringed.

Patience wearing thin, he finally opted to slam all the buttons with his hand, which fortunately seemed to do the trick. Foe vanquished, his hand dropped to the floor and he sighed into his pillow, debating whether or not he should get up or sleep in a few extra minutes.

As his mind and body leaned heavily in the direction of sleep, his thoughts wandered in the direction of the previous night, and he suddenly found himself wide awake, sitting up, and looking around.

Nobody else seemed to be in the apartment. To be sure, he stood and slowly crept to the bathroom, finding—much to his relief—no one there, either.

When he returned to the living room, he sank into the couch and ran a hand over his face, a flurry of emotions battling for dominance. On one hand, he was angry at the idea of, once again, serving as a plaything for the gods’ amusement. Not only that, he was ashamed and extremely embarrassed about his behavior within the last twenty-four hours. How was he going to explain himself to everyone? And Maya… Oh, God, Maya…

He shuddered.

… On the other hand…

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

On the other hand, it hadn’t been all that bad. In fact, it had been kind of nice. He couldn’t remember the last time someone held him or ran their fingers through his hair or even when he’d last been that physically close to someone, a fact that left him with a momentary pang of... he wasn’t sure what. Heaving another sigh, he stretched out on his back and tried to relax.

As nice as it had been, he was glad Zelos hadn’t decided to stay the night. It was strange enough thinking about it now; having to face him would have been another matter entirely, and probably indescribably awkward. Phoenix could only hope Zelos wouldn’t mention it to anyone. He didn’t relish the idea of having to fumble through an explanation.

After several moments of idle thought, his body finally came to the conclusion that more sleep was needed and, being the dutiful individual he was, he complied, rolling into a more comfortable position on his side. Sleep quickly overcame him, but even in his last few moments of consciousness, his mind continued to play the events from the night before and he vaguely recalled tugging his pillow from under his head and holding it close to his chest.

He went into work an hour and a half late that morning, but he was smiling.

[RL: Tuesday Night || Apartment || Phoenix; Zelos] - IT CAN BE CUDDLE TIEM NAO?

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