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Although the sun had only just begun filtering through the curtains of the room, Ishiah had been up for several hours already with the intention of making the most of the time prior to the sun's unforgiving rays and heat which often lasted through most of the afternoon. Over the past few days, the peri had met with various construction workers and builders on the island to discuss starting a project of sorts, mapping out blueprints for a house to be supported by the many trees which stood just past the border of Bohemia, some distance away from the compound. Although the project was one which would surely take some time, perhaps even months, nearby residents had pointed out that two of their neighbors had recently vacated one of the larger homes, leaving it open for habitation. It had taken a couple days' worth of close scrutiny of the building-- and it was good that Ishiah had taken this time, as it seemed that there were quite a few traps laid even in the small space-- before the peri had decided that he would actually make the leap. Ask Robin to move in with him.
Though it was probably not the most dramatic of actions for either of them, there was still something sweet about the gesture, Ishiah thought. Or perhaps he was simply excited over the prospect. Either way.
A faint smile faded into the slightest of frowns as Ishiah entered Robin's temporary chambers, lent for his use by one Alcuin no Delaunay. The room itself was inoffensive, of course, even pleasant-- well-kept, clean, simple and elegant all at once. It wasn't hard to see why the puck had taken well to it. But what disappointed Ishiah was the sight of the puck, laying in the nude, face still heavily buried in thick pillows. By the peri's estimations, it was almost eleven in the morning. Time to get up.
But given the active effort to remain jovial, Ishiah simply took the time to breathe, letting tension out of his shoulders before he walked over to the side of the bed, hesitating only briefly before toeing off his sandals and slipping under the sheets. One arm moved to wrap around Robin's waist from behind, pulling him closer, and fingers lightly traced down the puck's side as Ishiah rested his forehead heavily on the side of Robin's jaw.
"Wake up."
Though it was probably not the most dramatic of actions for either of them, there was still something sweet about the gesture, Ishiah thought. Or perhaps he was simply excited over the prospect. Either way.
A faint smile faded into the slightest of frowns as Ishiah entered Robin's temporary chambers, lent for his use by one Alcuin no Delaunay. The room itself was inoffensive, of course, even pleasant-- well-kept, clean, simple and elegant all at once. It wasn't hard to see why the puck had taken well to it. But what disappointed Ishiah was the sight of the puck, laying in the nude, face still heavily buried in thick pillows. By the peri's estimations, it was almost eleven in the morning. Time to get up.
But given the active effort to remain jovial, Ishiah simply took the time to breathe, letting tension out of his shoulders before he walked over to the side of the bed, hesitating only briefly before toeing off his sandals and slipping under the sheets. One arm moved to wrap around Robin's waist from behind, pulling him closer, and fingers lightly traced down the puck's side as Ishiah rested his forehead heavily on the side of Robin's jaw.
"Wake up."