Community Zine

Entwined
The spring arrives in Faerghus with mud and birds that sing far too early in the
morning. It’s what Felix wakes up to on the second day after his arrival in the capital
- and while he is used to rising at the crack of dawn, today he wishes the birds had
more sensibility and would allow him the sleep he hasn’t got recently.
Standing up and dressing for an early training session is not much of an option either
-- not with the weight and heat that pulls him close to itself, as though said weight
thinks of him as a stuffed toy from days long gone.
It’s not the worst thing to wake up to, but Felix’s limbs are restless and awful at staying
still when his body aches to get itself moving and ready for the day ahead.
Alas, Dimitri is a cuddler, now that he’s all right with physical touching once more.
Felix is - Goddess help him - glad for it, glad that some things have returned to the
way they used to be, but.
Still.
He always wakes up before his… something Felix doesn’t care to give a name to,
smothered in his body heat and at least one arm vaguely numb from being squeezed
beneath one of their bodies. Dimitri’s always snoring softly behind Felix’s head, and
somehow his breath manages to tickle Felix’s neck from that position.