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[lockon2urheart]

[Lockon woke up with an arm sprawled over Tieria, terrible bedhead and about a tenth of the blanket, as he did most mornings these days. He yawned quietly - what time was it, anyway? Far too early - and snuggled closer to Tieria with a gentle nuzzle and a judicious tug of the blanket from wherever Michael was storing it all. (Eventually, he'd cure

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[nonesodangerous]

[Tieria sometimes had dreams in which Lockon loved him, absurd as they seemed. So at first, he neither realized that he was awake, nor that this was wrong. He moved closer to the soft warmth beside him, content in his strangely vivid dream.]

[bare_my_fangs]

[Michael was sprawled out on his side of the bed, with one leg thrown over Tieria and the other hanging off the bed. The blanket was tucked underneath him and he was slowly but sure pulling the rest of it around him.

He scratched at his stomach with one hand before rolling over, burying his face into the back of Tieria's neck as he wrapped his arm around him.]

[lockon2urheart]

[Lockon's response was to chuckle quietly into Tieria's hair and poke Michael lightly in the chest.]

[Whispering, so as not to wake Tieria unnecessarily:] One of these mornings, you're going to wake up and we'll have frozen to death, you know. Hand over some blanket already.

[nonesodangerous]

[There was something peculiar about this dream, and it wasn't just the fact that Michael of all people was in it. No, as time slowly ticked past, it was feeling less and less like a dream, and more like...

...like it was real. It was real.

Tieria sat up, took one look at the situation, and froze, horrified.]