the sheets were warm, inviting embraces, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in them and forget justice for at least a day.

hidden beneath the weight of his lids, Neuvillette's eyes were two deep pools, and still struggling with morning drowsiness, he leaned into the caressing hands of his companion, who fingered the strands of his hair with awe. his tail slid across the sheets, seeking connection and solace, moving to meet the touch of those gentle fingers, whose soft skin offered a deferral from the day's burden.

what a strange feeling to be able to touch someone with your tail, as if it were made for constant contact. for a moment he felt as if he were a young dragon, a small and vulnerable creature seeking comfort and warmth.

with a deep sigh, Iudex turned his eyes to the ceiling.

"I wish I could stay in bed..." – and that dreary tone again, as if waking up was nothing but a tragedy.

he never wanted to be a burden, but he needed it.