The Consequences of Our Actions [psl for sindicates]

[thisducks]

[ His head is anything but happy with him when he woke up the next morning. It feels as heavy as led, though not as if he had drank an enormous amount the previous night. Instead, it was sometimes else all together, almost like a physical soreness. He'd certainly woken up in far, far worse ways in the past, usually after his darkest nights when the world became too much and the irrational would win over the logic he knew to be true about his ability to die.

With a low groan, stretching himself out slowly, he sighs into his pillow, then without a single desire in the world to actually get up, noses down into the warmth again with every thought of going back to sleep. A hand comes up, unconsciously wanting to hug his pillow further up under him, only to find he can't do so. Some part of his brain knows something isn't quite right, though not enough to turn him to worry or wake him up any further. Instead, he just mutters wordlessly and turns his head the other way, taking a deep breath in.

...

Something smells... different.

That's enough to pull a few ??? like thoughts from the depths, laying there as he tries to piece them together. He is warm and comfy and happy despite his head, and his pillow is so wonderfully soft to nose into...

...

His pillow... isn't made of fur. It also doesn't usually breathe-

That snaps his eyes open and he looks up, staring blearily at the man whose chest he is currently asleep on.

Oh. ]

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[sindicates]

[ alastor is bad at sleep in that he doesn't do it often and when he does it's either very light or because he's ill or injured. so the fact that he doesn't wake during any of this is strange, but he's just too comfortable and content to even bother waking despite his own soreness.

he only shifts slightly when lucifer nuzzles in closer, and he finally actually wakes just after the seraph actually lifts his head.

he doesn't want to wake but he blinks his eyes open anyway, though when they finally focus on who's above him, he startles.

oh is right. but he doesn't try to escape the contact, though the hand that had been at lucifer's back shifts a little, almost uncharacteristically tactile even for what they've built. being in bed at all is also pretty damn new, all things said and done, but he doesn't feel the pang of anxiety he normally might.

eventually he sighs, letting his forehead come to rest on lucifer's shoulder so he can close his eyes again. ]

How did you sleep?

[ yep, a fully normal conversion. ]