Paul sleeps, too, though it's not for six hours straight. It's for four and a half, and when he wakes up and Loki is still tucked against his arm and the elation in his mind is wondrous.
This is real. This isn't something he's dreamed--and he has every so often, a recurring one thats just him and Loki--and Paul thinks about how fucking lucky he is that not only do dreams come true, but Loki seems to reciprocate his feelings if those legs entangled and entwined in his is anything to go by.
Paul may have snored, but when he wakes he can't fall asleep. Not when he's looking at years he's lost, Loki's lashes long and delicate cupids bow soft in his peaceful slumber. There's something beautiful about how something so etched in the dedication of others and forged in acrid morality can look so cherubic.
Paul kisses Loki's forehead and whispers a passage he still knows from all of those times he'd memorized the Bible just to impress Loki when they were young.
"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love."
When Loki does wake, Paul's still up but hasn't detangled himself. His arm is numb, but it's the one that's been shot. He can't feel it anyway.
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Date: 2023-11-18 02:33 am (UTC)This is real. This isn't something he's dreamed--and he has every so often, a recurring one thats just him and Loki--and Paul thinks about how fucking lucky he is that not only do dreams come true, but Loki seems to reciprocate his feelings if those legs entangled and entwined in his is anything to go by.
Paul may have snored, but when he wakes he can't fall asleep. Not when he's looking at years he's lost, Loki's lashes long and delicate cupids bow soft in his peaceful slumber. There's something beautiful about how something so etched in the dedication of others and forged in acrid morality can look so cherubic.
Paul kisses Loki's forehead and whispers a passage he still knows from all of those times he'd memorized the Bible just to impress Loki when they were young.
"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love."
When Loki does wake, Paul's still up but hasn't detangled himself. His arm is numb, but it's the one that's been shot. He can't feel it anyway.
"Morning." He owes Loki a hello, sleepy or not.