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paradisalost2011-08-21 09:04 pm
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Entry tags:
Body language
Who: Felix & Ashura
What: Language barrier confusion
When: Aug 21st, morning.
Where: Their room.
Rating: Oh, at least PG-13 (for now)
It seemed like pretty much any morning. Felix lay curled up in the large bed he shared with Ashura, blankets twisted around his body in the parody of a cucoon. His eyes opened slightly as he sensed the mattress shift as the other man rose for the morning, as was his habit. Felix himself, once he'd been parted of the obligation of needing to present himself for court every morning, had taken to studying for long hours into the night, and concurrently slept much later, often only crawling out of bed when Ashura returned from his ride.
The wizard hummed sleepily and shifted in bed so he could get a good view of his lover as he dressed, taking in the king's long, lean, pale-skinned form with hooded eyes.
He yawned softly and mumbled, "Good morning," not quite realizing that the phrase had come out in Marathine.
What: Language barrier confusion
When: Aug 21st, morning.
Where: Their room.
Rating: Oh, at least PG-13 (for now)
It seemed like pretty much any morning. Felix lay curled up in the large bed he shared with Ashura, blankets twisted around his body in the parody of a cucoon. His eyes opened slightly as he sensed the mattress shift as the other man rose for the morning, as was his habit. Felix himself, once he'd been parted of the obligation of needing to present himself for court every morning, had taken to studying for long hours into the night, and concurrently slept much later, often only crawling out of bed when Ashura returned from his ride.
The wizard hummed sleepily and shifted in bed so he could get a good view of his lover as he dressed, taking in the king's long, lean, pale-skinned form with hooded eyes.
He yawned softly and mumbled, "Good morning," not quite realizing that the phrase had come out in Marathine.