the morning after

Some birds calling in the middle distance woke Midas up at first light. Fingers of grey dawn creeping into their little hideaway. At first, he's unsure he wants to open his eyes. What if it had all been a dream? What if that seizure had taken him out? Even if that was the case, Midas could still smell her. Finally cracking one golden eye, bracing himself against the chill and the morning air, he's... relieved. Relieved to find it real enough. She's here, solid. He's here.

Reluctant to truly wake up yet, the ache in his muscles still enough to leave him nearly breathless, Midas hoped Fuji hadn't noticed him awake yet. Squeezing his eyes shut... he's no better at faking it than the average child. Right, well, at least he probably hadn't woken her if she was still asleep. Maybe. Hopefully. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips, curling closer to his um... well, they'd made some promises (threats?) last night. Promises (threats) he was well prepared to follow through on.