Plurk paste

Erio left the bathroom connected to his room and he hadn’t felt any happier than when he had gone in for a bath. He had tried to study the book Beliaz had given him with the dictionary he had lifted, but he couldn’t concentrate for very long. He had thought a nice bath would help and though the bath had been nice and his nightclothes fit perfectly and softly, Erio still felt uneasy. He wished Snowe hadn’t told him what had happened to the lords earlier; the thought alone made him sick. Lords and demon were far apart indeed, but it still left him unnerved.

He moved to his bed and as he pulled back the sheets, he heard the door open. Instinctively, Erio reached for where his knife would have been if he had been in his normal clothes, but when he only saw Snowe at the door, his things with him, Erio relaxed.

“I thought I had that locked,” Erio said as he stepped toward Snowe. The bag looked to have all Snowe’s things in it and Snowe’s cheeks were pinker than usual. “What’s wrong?”

“Did-Did I say s-something was wrong?” Snowe said, his words slurred together. He stepped toward Erio but stopped and wavered in his spot.

“Are you drunk?” Erio asked as he stood in front of Snowe. He reached around Snowe and locked the door before Snowe fell into him. After he had Snowe standing on his own again, Erio glared at him. “You really are. What the hell did you drink?”

“J-Just a little wine,” Snowe said as he kept down a few laughs.

“Sure it was.” Erio sighed. “So what did you want?”

Snowe almost fell forward but he caught himself and straightened up. He looked at Erio, his smile gone and he looked uneasy. “C-Can I s-sleep here?” he asked.

“Why?”

Snowe shrugged but that only made him waver in his spot again. “It’s cold in my room,” he said. He looked at his feet and shifted them before he took a deep breath. “I-I d-don’t know. I j-just don’t f-feel safe in my room.”

“Then drop your things,” Erio said. “You’re already here anyway. Might as well let you stay.”

The relief on Snowe’s face put Erio at ease; Snowe quickly knelt to place his things beside Erio’s and as he stood back up, he started to fall to his side. Erio quickly got him upright again and helped him up.

“Sorry—did the room move?”

“Just you. Come on, time for bed so you can hopefully sleep off that hangover.”

“I won’t have a hangover!” Snowe laughed. “I didn’t d-drink that much.”

Erio rolled his eyes he helped Snowe over to the bed and once there, Snowe happily fell into it. As he curled up, robe and all, Erio pulled off his robe and left it on the nightstand beside his bed before he went around the room to put out the lights. By the time he glanced back at the bed, partly to make sure Snowe hadn’t rolled off in a drunken stupor, he noticed Snowe had already hidden himself deep within the covers.

The lights out and the room darkened with only the moon keeping anything inside visible, Erio went to the other side of his bed and crawled underneath the covers beside Snowe. He rolled over to his side and rested his back against Snowe’s before he closed his eyes. The room fell silent for only a moment before Snowe shifted beside Erio and rolled over.

“H-How h-have you and A-Astra been?” Snowe asked.

“What?” Erio rolled over and gave Snowe a hard look. “Where did that come from?”

Snowe shrugged as he peeked out from underneath the covers. “I just-just wanted to know when I should find s-some rice to toss.”

Erio frowned as he fell back into his pillow. “Why do you have to say it like that,” he said and sighed. “We tried a few things—and no I will not tell you what—but it just didn’t click the way we thought it would. But that happens.”

“Does it make you sad?”

Erio shrugged. “No it doesn’t,” he said. “It was nice to try, but we decided we like what we have. I don’t want to change it for anything at this point.” He stopped as he felt his cheeks heat up. “Why am I even replying to this?” He shut his eyes, annoyed. “Snowe you’re—”

He stopped short as he felt lips against his own; he snapped his eyes open just in time to see Snowe’s hand slip on the sheets underneath; Snowe fell down with a yelp and hit Erio’s chest with his head.

“Ah, s-sorry,” Snowe stammered. Though he had started to pull himself up, he stopped and settled against Erio’s chest as his body trembled. “C-Can I s-sleep here?” He laughed awkwardly. “I-It’s warm. I-I can hear your heartbeat.” He paused before he exhaled. His trembling slowed to a stop. “It-It’s nice. Much nicer than mine, you know…” His voice trailed off and soon he breathed evenly as though he had fallen asleep and he settled against Erio.

The demon hadn’t moved. His mind had gone blank but when Snowe had quieted, Erio finally put his fingers to his lips. Had that really happened? Erio put his arm back down and stared at Snowe, wide-eyed. Of course Snowe had already fallen asleep and missed any expression Erio had thrown at him. He had half a mind to slip his arm out from underneath Snowe and ask him what just happened, but he didn’t move and nor did he raise his voice.

He felt his lips again with his free hand. Snowe was really drunk; that must have been it.