gwyndiornstein bed fluff

Endless - Yesterday at 10:54 PM
It's morning, or at least the time designated as morning in the land where the sun never sets (where the true sun is long gone). Early enough still that even Smough, who has yet to appear at any of the games and thus did not spend two days on a partially alcohol fueled emotional rollercoaster, is not yet awake. The bedchamber Gwyndio had decided to occupy - not the original one, cleared out long ago and hidden away to preserve the illusion that he'd never existed, but a convenient unused one with the bed still intact - is quiet, only the nearly inaudible sound of breath keeping it from complete silence. This morn, however, there is one extra lump on the bed, one extra set of lungs breathing. Though he is not yet awake to appreciate it, Gwyndio sleeps that much more peacefully than he might have without the warmth of his dearest friend, still held securely in his arms.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:08 PM
Ornstein really had fallen asleep so comfortably in Gwyndio's arms. There had been some discomfort in hugging the other man so much, mostly in that Ornstein is awkward about so much physical affection, but it was a strangely comfortable discomfort, if that makes any sense at all. A discomfort he could tolerate, perhaps even enjoy slightly, if only because it was one he endured to comfort and please his greatest friend. That, and, in a way, having Gwyndio's arms around him had brought it's own odd delight. And so he grew comfier and comfier, until fatigue and lateness caught up to him, leaving him falling so easily asleep in his friend's arms. A bit undignified, but he can whine about his wounded pride later.

For now, he remains fast asleep, in the bed Gwyndio had claimed (and it's a good thing there's still rooms and furniture designed for larger being like he and Gwyndio in Anor Londo, if a bit dusty). His ponytail's long since unraveled itself, the tie abandoned in the sheets somewhere, leaving the aggressively wavy gold-orange hair to fluff about his skull and face like a mane. He's slept terribly well in Gwyndio's arms, secure and comfortable, breathing quietly and rarely moving except to occasionally stretch out his legs before repositioning them.

But now, he finally starts to stir, announced with another stretch of his long legs, and a sudden, sharper inhalation followed by a sigh, and less soft breathing. Still not quite awake yet, he nuzzles against his friend with a low noise, his arms, which were still loosely around Gwyndio in return, wrap a bit more tightly about him... But then awareness starts to settle into his mind as the sleep drifts out, and after several comfortable minutes... It hits him that there should not be anything so warm and large and alive tangled with him in bed.

With a sudden start, Ornstein pulls away- but only slightly, still held in place by Gwyndio's great immovable arms, but that at least allows Ornstein's freshly opened (if blurry with sleep) eyes to actually look at him, and he calms... Ah, it's just Gwyndio... And then he stiffens entirely because, oh, Flame, what, it's Gwyndio! Why in the world is he in bed with Gwyndio?? His chest tightens so that it is suddenly difficult to breathe, catching in his throat as he tries to anyway, his heart beating hard against his ribs. And he just goes petrified in panic. [aaaaaaaaaa]

Endless - Yesterday at 11:10 PM
The movement and sudden loss of some of the heat he'd grown used to pulls Gwyndio from the depths of sleep. Still skirting the edges of consciousness, he makes a small noise of displeasure and pulls the source of warmth that is Ornstein back to him, curling around him just a little in an effort to stave off wakefulness. It is too late of course, but he will certainly fight for five more minutes of comfort. Just a little longer... Let him feel this comfortable (this *safe*) for just a little longer...

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:30 PM
He makes a funny strangled noise as he's pulled closer again, and his face starts to feel awfully warm as it's pulled into a tight, uncomfortable grimace. WHY is he in bed with Gwyndio? WHY did he awaken in the former God's arms?? Recalling the previous night, now yes, he realizes he fell asleep as such, but... Lord, had Gwyndio really just thought to take the sleeping knight to bed with him, and just sleep like that? Ornstein struggles to wrap his mind around this idea, spending a solid minute with his brain on bad dial-up.

But then at last, despite a small, unnoticed part of him deep in his tightened chest screaming at him to let it be and relax and enjoy it, yelling about how nice it feels to be held against his dear friend like so, he stiffly reaches up to pat a hand against Gwyndio's shoulder, grumbling out, "Gwyndio... my Lord, you should really wake up."

Endless - Yesterday at 11:40 PM
He mumbles something along the lines of "Don't want to." It's pure childish stubborness at this point, but he's not losing this battle to wakefulness without putting up the best fight he can, dammit.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:42 PM
Ornstein responds with a clear groan of mild frustration, but still, he remains stiff as a board in Gwyndio's embrace, frowning. "You are being childish." He points out, and then points out further, "And you have me in your bed..." Because that is a very important thing that needs pointing out like Gwyndio isn't already aware of it.

Endless - Yesterday at 11:51 PM
Gwyndio grumbles, finally opening the eye on the side of his face not pressed into the bedding to squint at Ornstein. "I'm a grown man. I can be childish if I want."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:54 PM
He glowers at Gwyndio in return with the grouchiest of red-amber eyes, and almost equally red cheeks. Sorry about your 'five more minute' but he is an ornery cat. "That is a bit of an oxymoron," He comments gruffly, "And does not address still that you have me in your bed, my Lord."

Endless - Today at 12:04 AM
"Mngh." He rolls onto his back, freeing the grumpy lion of a man from under his arm. "If you needed to pee so badly, surly you could have left without waking me."
((Bless them, they're comfortable enough with each other for early morning snark))

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 12:06 AM
Ornstein breathes a bit more easily now that he's not smothered by all that Gwyndio, and yet there's an odd, disappointing empty feeling that follows, and not any sort of satisfaction. "I did not need to use the facilities." He growls, and rolls onto his back as well, plopped beside Gwyndio, and... not yet getting up. Despite it all, he doesn't want to. He tells himself it's because he's still tired and waking up. "I'm merely commenting on the fact that I awoke in your arms, in your bed. I have always known you to be rather a physical man in your affections, but that is a new one even for me."

((im giggling at them irl ))
(( lmfao ive been sharing this with alana and shes made some choice commentary ))
[12:08:11 AM] itsAlana: ornstein: I CANT BELIEVE YOU TOOK ME TO BED WITH YOU
gwyndio: o sorry
ornstein: THAT DIDNT MEAN YOU COULD STOP
[12:08:59 AM] WordByrd: literally,
[12:09:05 AM] WordByrd: he is EXACTLY like a cat

Endless - Today at 12:10 AM
((I'm so glad))
Gwyndio mourns the loss of the warmth and one of the best sleeps he'd had in quite a while. He'd been used to sleeping alone long ago, but after his exile he'd always slept against the King of the Storm, the drake providing both warmth and a measure of safety from anything that might blunder into their space in the night. A proper bed was very nice, but the lack of another body, of someone he *trusts* made it more difficult to rest properly. But how do you say that influenced your descision? Especially when the thought was making his heart beat a little faster? "My bed was closer than your own, and I was hardly in the mood to make the journey there and back."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 12:24 AM
He wouldn't mind being told simply that. He does not quite have an equal experience to equate it to, but still, he'd find it understandable. But that's up for Gwyndio to decide to explain or not. Still, Ornstein sighs, letting one arm fall across his stomach, his other brushing his hair from his eyes before flopping against the pillows. "I suppose that makes sense enough." He mumbles, blinking a bit slowly and tiredly now that he's not freaking out, and getting to experience the hell of Waking Up at a normal pace again. "It was merely a surprise, is all. Caught me off guard. Such a thing is usually so..."

He pauses, and his cheeks feel warm, and he clears his throat before continuing. "... Intimate?"

Endless - Today at 1:28 AM
"I have trusted you both with my life and now with my tears. Is that not intimate?" he questions without much deep thought put into it. Gwyndio's always been fairly open with his feelings of course, but that just... wasn't encouraged the way it had been for his sisters. Gwyn had never actively discouraged it of course, but... well, the scarf wasn't just a barrier from the bite of the wind.

...After a moment, his sleep addled brain finally catches up to the implications of intimacy and a bed, and whoops, he sure is flushing something fierce. Boy, that... sure puts a different light on his largely impulse descision.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:32 AM
Ornstein feels his chest tighten again at Gwyndio's words, because that is hardly anywhere near the response he expected to his commentary. His fingers curl in his tunic, and he swallows dryly, face feeling warm as his heart beats harder in his chest. "That... wasn't what I meant." He mumbles, pointedly staring up at the ceiling rather than looking over, missing that Gwyndio is very visibly realizing what Ornstein did, in fact, mean. "But that is an interesting, and very sentimental way of thinking of it."

He pauses a moment, and then clears his throat, the corner of his mouth tugging up just slightly. "... I am quite flattered to hear as much, regardless. If it comforts you, my Lord, I do not truly mind if that is what you meant of it."

Endless - Today at 1:49 AM
Though this does nothing to diminish his blush, Gwyndio does smile in return. "It comforts me greatly to know you do not mind sleeping with me."

There is an immediate and very audible 'smack' as his hands forcibly come up to cover his face, now redder than before. "...My apologies about the phrasing."
((tmw you realize what your muse is gonna say and then have to bury your face in your hands for a few moments to prepare yourself to actually type it out))

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:52 AM
(( LMAO ))

Endless - Today at 1:53 AM
((AT LEAST THIS TIME HE'S SHARING IN MY SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT))

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:56 AM
He fucking chokes at that phrasing, and has to roll over onto his side facing away from Gwyndio in order to cough on his own inhaled spit. When he gets over that, he rolls onto his back again with a flop and a growl, his face awfully red, and reaches a hand over to lazily smack (though it's more of a mildly aggressive plop of his hand) against Gwyndio's arm, before just letting it stay there. "That phrasing was absolutely unfortunate." He says, voice sounding a little rough, and he coughs again. "But I know what you meant. And... should you require me to rest beside you again, all you must do is ask."

And then he huffs a short half-laugh, a half-smile tugging at his mouth, and he turns his head to look over at his friend, cheeks still a bit pink. "I think I would react much better to knowing ahead of time where and how I would wake like that, as well. It was a bit alarming this time."

Endless - Today at 2:21 AM
A traitorous little voice in his head commments that he'd rather like it if Ornstein wanted to sleep with him in the way the phasing implied as well. He shoves it down and sits on it as quickly as he can manage. You don't just up and *say* that to your best friend; risking pushing Ornstein away is absolutely the last thing he wants to do now that he has him back again. Besides, he... well... Call him a romantic, but Gwyndio would like it if his first time was with someone he was in love with, and he and Ornstein aren't... like that. Right?

It's definitely just the embarrassment that's making his heart beat faster, not that Ornstein's hand hasn't left his arm. Nope, definitely just embarrassment. "I shall remember that for next time," he replies, muffled a bit by his hands.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 2:32 AM
The knight rolls over onto his side again- the other side, this time, facing Gwyndio, now that he's calmed his dumb ass down from all the fluster that keeps happening. And still his hand remains against Gwyndio's arm, as Ornstein looks over at him fondly, still with that half-smile on his face. He's quite relaxed now, really, especially when he's failed to realize during that coughing fit a moment ago that half the reason for it had been that there is most definitely a part of him that wished that Gwyndio had meant it the way that phrasing implied. But that desire never quite reached his conscious mind.

Instead, he taps his finger a couple times against Gwyndio's arm, and says in a low, quiet tone, "It is quite early, isn't it? I am not so sure I am ready to really get up yet. Still a bit tired." He pats Gwyndio's arm, before finally taking his hand back. "What say you, Gwyndio?"
(( just an fyi i almost wrote Instead as Ornstead ))

Endless - Today at 2:32 AM
((I'm so glad))
Gwyndio can't help but let out a (very slightly hysterical) giggle at that, bringing his hands down again so that he can grin at Ornstein. "So you finally give in to my wishes now that I've thouroughly embarrassed myself. I see how it is."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 2:49 AM
The smile drops to be replaced by an embarrassed frown, his cheeks going red all over again. "I merely wanted an explanation! I told you, I was alarmed." He growls and huffs, getting all defensive. And then he rolls onto his back again, crossing his arms over his chest. "And here I set aside my own embarrassment to return to that comfort. Perhaps I should just go and get up, perhaps start a breakfast, if this is how you wish to behave."

He's pouting. And not entirely serious with his threat. Especially as he makes no move to actually get out of bed, instead just laying there with his arms crossed and his nose turned up in a haughty huff. Harumph.

Endless - Today at 3:02 AM
This prompts Gwyndio to roll over himself and engulf his dear friend in a hug again, his own smile still in place. "Twas mere jest. Our banter was one of the many things I missed in our time apart, so I thought I might indulge a little."

He settles in a bit more, closing his eyes. "...Truly, I am grateful that you are here."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 3:10 AM
Ornstein stiffens at first at the hug- a mere instinctual reaction, as he relaxes a second later, allowing himself to be swallowed up in his very large friend's embrace. He sighs softly, no longer frowning, and says, "I figured as much- was I not clear enough in showing that I was mostly kidding?"

He knows he sometimes has difficulty in showing jest or sarcasm, that he can come off more as just impassive or just angry. Long ago, they had been comfortable enough with each other that Gwyndio could largely detect all his little subtle tells. But maybe time has faded that ability slightly, leaving it needing to be relearned.

Still, Gwyndio seems happy regardless, and Ornstein settles in as well, making himself comfortable against his friend, in the former God's large arms, even going so far as to let an arm slip over Gwyndio's middle, to rest his hand against the man's back. "The sentiment goes double for me, my friend." He breathes, not yet closing his own eyes, to instead tip his head up to watch Gwyndio's sleepy face a moment. "I've said it twice now, but... truly, I am not sure I can convey just how much I hath prayed, again and again, for your return, to see you again, my friend."
Endless - Today at 3:34 AM
They both perhaps have bits and pieces they need to relearn amongst new things to discover, and Gwyndio is more than happy to spend the time to master them all. As he fades quickly in his dearest friend's embrace, he manages to murmer one last thing before he drifts back into slumber. "If home is where the heart is, half of mine rests with you..."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 3:42 AM
O h  n o that last little thing sets Ornstein's heart pounding against his ribs, his chest tightening and his breath catching in his throat- He can't say why such a thing makes him react so strongly, he's been such close friend with Gwyndio for longer than the Age of Fire has existed, surely he's heard plenty similar from the man, and yet...! And yet it won't stop playing in his head, his face hot and his heart thumping, and the moment he can breathe again he takes a deep breath through his nose before shutting his eyes and pressing his face to Gwyndio's shoulder, letting it back out in a warm sigh, forcing himself to relax. Calm down, Dragonslayer.

And it's difficult to stay too tense when held so close by Gwyndio like this. Even if his heart refuses to stop beating so strongly, even as something in his belly won't stop rolling and flipping, even as that line won't stop repeating in his head... He drifts to back to sleep as well, his last thought being that maybe he really should get up to make breakfast sooner rather than later. The way his stomach feels so agitated, clearly he must be hungry. But for now... sleep. A terribly comfortable, safe sleep.
(( theyre gay. and im gay. ))