It's with great difficulty that you rouse yourself from the delicious pull of sleep, still insisting you roll over and keep your eyes closed, curl up against the warm body beside yours and let yourself drift once more into that vast sea of dreams. You push your heavy body up and rub your eyes till you see stars, though when you finally open them and the galaxy fades you find it's nearly midday.

You aren't in your cabin, that much is clear. This one is light and comfortingly warm, and the sound of a fire crackling in the hearth at the end of the room reaches your ears through the canopy drawn around the bed. It smells flowery, a little sweet, like fabric softener. When you turn your head to the side, though, you're met with the most surprising of all: Clovis, out like a light at your side. He's snoring softly, and with the way his arms are positioned, it seems like he might have been clinging to your arm before you sat up.

The sight might have been sweet if you weren't suddenly acutely aware of the fact that neither of you were wearing shirts, and there were a couple of faint reddish-purple marks along the soft skin of Clovis' neck, tainting the innocent purity the other boy usually exuded.