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Slightly revised, the characters seemed, well, out of character.
Eragon stirred when he felt a boot prodding his rib cage. He wearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked up to see Murtagh standing over him, looking kind of pissed. The older man wearily massaged his temples and sighed. "I've been trying to wake you for about twenty minutes now."
Eragon stood and yawned expansively. "I'm sorry. I think I was having a pleasant dream."
Murtagh raised an eyebrow. "Nice to know... What was it about?" He stepped closer to his traveling companion, leaning in slightly in a mock-interrogation sort of way and keeping his eyebrow perched at an unnaturally high level.
The Rider couldn't remember clearly at first but blushed slightly when he did, especially when the subject of his dream was so close. "I- don't quite remember..."
Murtagh laughed and drew back. "Alright. Keep a well watch, and don't forget to wake me before sunrise, we're running out of meat." He went straight for his bedroll and settled in, falling asleep immediately.
The night was still and quiet, but not disturbingly so. Eragon surveyed their campsite, which was really only composed of Saphira sleeping soundly against a tree that threatened to bend or crack, a burnt circle of rocks and dirt that had been their fire, and Murtagh. The horses where there, of course, but presently they didn't hold Eragon's attention half as much as Murtagh's sleeping form. He allowed his gaze to linger for many long moments on various points of his body, mainly his face. Murtagh's chest, rising in falling in sleep-breathing, his muscular arm that he had not bothered to keep warm under the blanket, his strong chest, powerful legs... Eragon shook his head and stared into the darkness.
What seems to be bothering you? Your face is an interesting shade of crimson... Saphira flicked her tail and curled her lips into a reptilian grin.
Funny. Nothing, I suppose.. I don't know. Eragon took a seat on a tree stump and continued to watch for any sign of danger. He and Murtagh slept in shifts of two hours at a time even though they were in no particular danger at this point in time. They were headed for Ceris on what was intended to be a relaxing sort of vacation, but the recent battle in Eragon's head had not made it very enjoyable so far. Two hours passed, and the sun was beginning to rise. He set down Zar'roc and strode over to the sleeping Murtagh.
"Murtagh! Sun's up, so you should be as well." Eragon knelt next to his friend and shook his shoulder.
Murtagh didn't budge. Instead, he started mumbling in his sleep. "Aw, c'mon... not... one more ale, please..."
"Murtagh! Wake up!" Eragon sighed and leaned forward a bit, intending to yell in Murtagh's ear, however he felt a slight push from behind, lost his footing, and fell right on top of his friend.
Murtagh still did not wake up. "Ah, David, its been awhile..." he preceded to mumble something else about ale, and encased Eragon in a large hug.
Eragon could hear Saphira's snickering in his mind and quickly disentangled himself from Murtagh. He snatched a water flask that was nearby and poured the majority of it's contents on Murtagh's head, then chucked it in Saphira's general direction. He had missed Saphira, but Murtagh immediately sat up, sputtering and coughing.
"What in the nine layers of hell were you thinking!" Murtagh glared at Eragon, but having damp, messy hair hanging in front of his face gave him more of an angry puppy look.
Eragon barely resisted the urge to lean over and fix his hair. "Well, you wouldn't get up." He grinned and walked over to the horses.
"That's it, Eragon, you are going to pay for that." Murtagh didn't bother to fix his hair. Things had been building up in his mind for awhile, as well as his heart. If he waited any longer, he would regret it. This was a huge risk, but he put aside his fears and grabbed Eragon by his arm and spun him around. He smiled inwardly at the shock in his younger friend's eyes.
Eragon almost protested but couldn't bring himself to do anything but enjoy the feeling of his most trusted companion's lips pressed against his.
