Author's Notes: Because 1.) Random, unrelated Gippalai drabbles pop into my head, 2.) There's not enough Gippalai, and 3.) I'm able to upload things. Also, these will all have crappy titles, because they're drabbles.
Because I hate mornings, but they could be tolerable under certain circumstances.
"Morning"
by: Rosalyn Angel
The sunlight dapples in through the slits of the window shades. It lights up bars across the bed and two forms lying in it, one on top of the other. Underneath, a man with a boy's face is sleeping peacefully, but the man on top, younger but with an older face, is wide awake, peering out with only one eye at the dawn seeping through.
Gippal and Baralai lie chest-to-chest, with Gippal's arms encircling the Praetor's silver-haired head and face neatly tucked into Baralai's shoulder. The one green eye squints, daring the sunlight to stretch out even more, until it spreads across his face. Gippal winces, and his eye closes. He never wins.
"Mm..." Baralai mutters underneath him, head turning slightly to bump his chin into Gippal's forehead. "Ugh... Gippal.."
"No," he mutters back, "dun' wanna move."
"You're heavy..."
"You're soft."
He feels Baralai's arms slip out from the blanket to lie on his back. "Then you're squishy..."
"Hey, hey," Gippal warns, lifting his head slightly to glare down at the amused, bronze-colored face. "No making fun so early."
"It was a… compliment," Baralai stutters, smacking his lips to get rid of the horrible morning taste.
Gippal kisses him anyway. "If I'm squishy, then you're plush."
"Not fair."
Gippal grins cheekily and meshes his longer nose against Baralai's little round one. "Is, too."
"Not this early..."
Gippal is glad that neither of them are morning people.
(This is the type of thing I want to wake up to.)
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