[ The downside to keeping his room in a near-exacting state, even when borrowed, is that there is precious little he needs to clean up to make it presentable for the day coming. This leaves him with precious little to distract from the fact Viktor lies between his bed's covers, and he very, very much wants to go join him.
Did he take the trousers off Emet-Selch had magicked into place for him? Is it better or worse if he doesn't? The faint pang of disappointment at the thought feels a little like a betrayal of himself; hasn't he had enough at this point? But no. He doesn't think he has. Doesn't think he will ever hit a point of enough, doesn't think that point exists. ]
Our bed, is it.
[ At least he finds the overall process easier when Viktor is the one on the off foot. He takes the unintentional bait dangled before him and uses it, shameless, prowling over to the bed. The robe is slid off of his shoulders, tossed upon one of the chairs near the bed and Emet-Selch pauses at his side of the bed, considering the knowledge as well as the altered crystal. Another snap, less theatrical, like the effort is more out of habit than attempting to put on any sort of show. Across the room, candelabras melt into existence, pre-lit, casting the whole of the room into dim lighting. Not so much it would be difficult to sleep, but enough that they won't walk into a piece of furniture getting up in the middle of the night to relieve themselves.
He keeps his sleep pants on, after a beat of hesitation, parting the covers, gingerly sliding between them, settling on his back and then just as soon as he's settled, rolling onto his side to regard Viktor quietly, scooting into the no man's land between them that once used to be an unthinkable distance to cross. Gently, he hooks finger into the blankets tugged above Viktor's head, nudging them down to his chin and then just...doesn't remove his arm from where it's settled atop his chest, despite the chill his shoulders and arm are exposed to. He can feel Viktor's warmth, just ilms away if he chooses to close the distance and bask in it. ]
Do you require additional candles or are these sufficient?
[ Regardless of Viktor's answer, he draws fingers across the covers and the crystals flare with renewed warmth once again, the bed slowly warming around them. ]
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Did he take the trousers off Emet-Selch had magicked into place for him? Is it better or worse if he doesn't? The faint pang of disappointment at the thought feels a little like a betrayal of himself; hasn't he had enough at this point? But no. He doesn't think he has. Doesn't think he will ever hit a point of enough, doesn't think that point exists. ]
Our bed, is it.
[ At least he finds the overall process easier when Viktor is the one on the off foot. He takes the unintentional bait dangled before him and uses it, shameless, prowling over to the bed. The robe is slid off of his shoulders, tossed upon one of the chairs near the bed and Emet-Selch pauses at his side of the bed, considering the knowledge as well as the altered crystal. Another snap, less theatrical, like the effort is more out of habit than attempting to put on any sort of show. Across the room, candelabras melt into existence, pre-lit, casting the whole of the room into dim lighting. Not so much it would be difficult to sleep, but enough that they won't walk into a piece of furniture getting up in the middle of the night to relieve themselves.
He keeps his sleep pants on, after a beat of hesitation, parting the covers, gingerly sliding between them, settling on his back and then just as soon as he's settled, rolling onto his side to regard Viktor quietly, scooting into the no man's land between them that once used to be an unthinkable distance to cross. Gently, he hooks finger into the blankets tugged above Viktor's head, nudging them down to his chin and then just...doesn't remove his arm from where it's settled atop his chest, despite the chill his shoulders and arm are exposed to. He can feel Viktor's warmth, just ilms away if he chooses to close the distance and bask in it. ]
Do you require additional candles or are these sufficient?
[ Regardless of Viktor's answer, he draws fingers across the covers and the crystals flare with renewed warmth once again, the bed slowly warming around them. ]