He was dreaming, Orpherus decided, or half-dreaming in the dark, lulled by the sound of rain pelting the windows. In his dream the little adjacent door that joined Eduard's room to his was ajar and a shadow had come forth, travelling without a sound until it loomed at the foot of his bed in all its long-haired glory.
"Not a word," the shadow stated wearily, barely disguising its contempt, bedding down on the vacant half where the blonde rolled over.
Lying in the dark, Orpherus was seconds from a smirk.
Until the bed's single pillow was literally stolen from beneath him. The sudden movement sends a blonde head tumbling against the headboard. A gasp. With one masterful swipe, the covers took flight, leaving his body to descend on the sleeping form next to him, engulfing the train of silky, purple hair.
"Ruthless." The blonde sat up at last, glaring daggers into his back.
The other man remained warm, and snug, and completely and utterly silent.
Somehow it wasn't the same whenever he got the last word in, Orpherus thought with irritation.