Peace of Mind

Yanvis enjoys a lazy morning with his partner.

Yanvis gives a small groan as he lets himself slip from the grasp of sleep and into the waking world. A peaceful sleep, no dreams, but no nightmares either. Those have been less frequent lately, all thanks to her. He gently rolls over from his back to his side to take a look at the woman next to him. All he gets is a blurry shape, his eyes still filled with sleep, he finds her beautiful regardless, but he brings a hand up to wipe sleep from his eyes.

There's a certain amount of grogginess that comes from sleeping the way he does, as an elf, it's not something needed for them, only needing 4 hours of "rest", and to even call the Reverie truly restful can be an overstatement at times. He always found himself enjoying the true unconsciousness of real sleep as compared to the semi-consciousness of the trance, outside of the nightmares anyway. He sometimes wonders if his tendency to do this is another childish attempt at some small form of rebellion from the rest of his family, if it's just him trying to reject what he is on some level. Regardless of the reasons, to some extent he's fighting against his biological clock, the way oversleeping does for humans.

He brings his hand down, being able to see clearly again. A soft smile comes to his face as he gets a clear look at Sael curled up against her pillow, her white hair splayed out all over her side of the bed and one of her arms snaking out from under the blankets, at some point during the night she took more than her fair share of them, he thinks about trying to take some back now, but he knows to choose his battles and he's warm as is. He thinks back to their first meeting, how intimidated he was partially due to how put together she looked. Without thinking he reaches out and gently brushes some of her hair behind her ear so he can get a better look at her face.

Before he's even able to fully pull his hand away he sees her stir slightly, and his fight or flight instincts kick in. Saelqarin is decidedly NOT a morning person, having dedicated herself to the Goddess of the Moon and all, gods help whoever wakes her up before she's ready, even her lover. He adapted quickly, but he's made his fair share of mistakes in that department, used to sleeping alone, a gentle touch and light feet in the morning were a learned skill. There's not a lot of light streaming in from the window, so it's not even close to a time where she would wake up herself.

Yanvis waits with bated breath, praying to every god he knows that he didn't wake her. The stirring ends as quickly as it started, and he lets himself breath again, and takes a glance at the face he risked her wrath to see, his small smile coming back as he sees how peaceful she looks, relaxed breaths slipping out of full lips. He closes his eyes again and for a few moments just lets himself appreciate what he has, just listening to her breathing, he's half convinced just this alone would be able to coax him out of the state he's in after a nightmare, if she was a heavier sleeper and wasn't always ready to comfort him when he needed it.

He's not sure how long he lays there, just enjoying her presence, but eventually he gently rolls back onto his back and slowly sits up, reaching for one of the books he laid on the nightstand next to his bed, he probably should be doing research, but he grabs one of his old childhood books instead, to complete the already almost perfect moment, keeping himself busy until Sael decides to start her day.