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[true_desire]

[ This Morning or Afternoon -- Regulus' Room, Upstairs Desire sits up in bed, leg drawn up casually and smoking the last cigarette from the case. There's no question that Desire will have to go downstairs and acquire another set in the near future, but the Endless feels surprisingly cool to the idea

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[kabeleced]

There's a soft moan, and then a yawn, and shortly after Regulus' face emerges from the mess, eyes open but still sleepy and mouth yawning a bit. He blinks, and shakes his head, and slides up in the bed a little, snuggling up to his lover.

He smiles up at him. "Morning. Morning?"

[true_desire]

"Something like it," Desire agrees, smirking faintly at Regulus: The cigarette is still in Desire's hand, but the Endless is careful to keep it away from his lover's skin.

"Did you sleep well?"

[kabeleced]

"Mmhmm," Regulus says, glad to have something to say that doesn't require much mouth-moving. "Mmhmm. Mmm ... you're always awake before I am." His eyes return to Desire from where they'd been idly examining the room. "Though. Don't really sleep much."

[true_desire]

"Not at all, if I can help it." And perhaps there's a little reproach in Desire's tone: The Endless has made his ideas on Regulus' 'habit' of sleep apparent before.

"There are more interesting things to do with my time."
Undoubtedly, what Desire leaves unvoiced is something crudely akin to 'Like you.'