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Dec. 3rd, 2012 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Lord A had seen Klavier's argument with Greed on the community, and his own brush with Biffy had him feeling -- well, he didn't get lonely. But if he did, he imagined it would feel very much like this.
Which is why he sends a message to Klavier, inviting him to come over for the evening.]
Which is why he sends a message to Klavier, inviting him to come over for the evening.]
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Date: 2012-12-11 02:43 am (UTC)I don't believe it does, biscuit.
[Affectionately, pressing another soft kiss to Klavier's throat and stroking through his hair again.] Now close your eyes.
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Date: 2012-12-11 03:21 am (UTC)[In truth Klavier would have allowed it sober as well, but he'd probably make the offer again once the effects of the alcohol wore off.
The ex-rocker did as was requested, however and allowed his eyes to shutter closed.]
So where will you go once I've fallen asleep?
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Date: 2012-12-11 04:04 pm (UTC)Of course, it's been a very long time since anyone's held him while he slept.]
Would you like me to stay, spetzle?
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Date: 2012-12-12 12:48 am (UTC)Regardless, being held is comforting and the prosecutor endeavors to do the same thing, wrapping his arms around his host and pulling Lord Akeldama under the blankets with him.]
I wouldn't mind it if you do, beautiful. [And parroting Lord A's actions he combs his fingers through the other man's hair, brushing it back off his forehead.]
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Date: 2012-12-12 01:44 am (UTC)[He nuzzles against Klavier's cheek, smiling as he's pulled into bed with him. He certainly doesn't mind being held, after that exhusting discussion with Biffy.]
Then I'll stay with you, my love.
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Date: 2012-12-12 02:35 am (UTC)[And of course that was the last thing the prosecutor managed to mumble before pulling the blankets around the both of them as tightly as he could manage, cocooning Lord A in with him.]
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Date: 2012-12-12 11:55 pm (UTC)Don't you tell anyone, or I'll have to have you killed.
[His voice is light, teasing, as he lets Klavier drift off, his arms around him.]