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let me watch the dressing start to peel by wizardlover
Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
22 Apr 2023
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Summary
“Sorry,” Artemy whispers. “Did I wake you?”
Stakh is silent. Artemy is still charmed by the way he sleeps—with his hands tucked towards his chest, his chin pressed to his shoulder—even if it is terrible posture. When he turns his face is still tender with sleep, relaxed around the edges in a way it never is in the daytime. Something in Artemy’s chest squeezes and he turns, tongue too-big in his mouth, stomach churning.
“No,” Stakh says after a long beat. “It’s cold.”
It is; Artemy can see his breath fogging up in front of him. March is stretching out into a long, harsh winter. He presses his fingertips to the edge of the window pane and tiny droplets condense from the heat.
There’s more rustling. Artemy glances behind him again—the sight of Stakh with the duvet wrapped around his shoulders is enough to startle a smile out of him.
“Go back to bed,” Artemy tells him. “Maybe sometime between this century and the next you’ll make up for all that missed sleep.”
“It snowed again,” Stakh murmurs.
“I think it’ll keep until spring.” Artemy sways a bit—lets himself lean minutely into Stakh’s warmth, tentatively, like he’s a cat that will spook with sudden movement.