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     it’s predicted, even in his lazy slumber. 
     he already knows what enjolras is going
     to do before it’s acted upon — the warmth
     of enjolras’ body tucking close to his, soft
     lips grazing his neck and courfeyrac can’t 
     do anything but smile.

               eyes open sleepily, squinting down at the other,
               and adjusting to the light of the day slowly.

          ❝ well, a good morning to you too. ❞

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           "No kwoon room today.“

       There are no sweeter words, even
      if there are more romantic ones. As
      a pilot, there is a limited scope of
      living, a streamlined focus to protect
      at all cost. But there’s something to
      be said about not doing it  a l o n e.

                                  He doesn’t nuzzle but it’s similar,
                                the way he finds crooks and corners
                                to fit himself in, puzzle pieces coming
                                together. Enjolras tilts his head up, his
                                eyes bright even with languid hooks 
                                of slumber on his skin. He just has to
                                s t r e t c h  for a kiss but he’s waiting–
                                payment of gratitude for bringing the
                                good news.