[ Good. Catsovi certainly doesn't try to wake Adrasteius up on time. He closes his eyes and he slows his breathing to feign sleep, as his hand gently drifts over Adra's collarbone, coming to rest with the tips of his fingers pressed lightly against Adrasteius' neck.
He's still looking, of course. The third eye never closes. He drinks in the yellow of Adra's hair and he resists the urge to entwine his fingers into it, but lord, it's hard. So pretty. The entirety of Adrasteius seems so small and so fragile, and he would be so easy to crush, right now--
The corner of Cat's mouth twitches. No. Not yet. Not yet. ]
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He's still looking, of course. The third eye never closes. He drinks in the yellow of Adra's hair and he resists the urge to entwine his fingers into it, but lord, it's hard. So pretty. The entirety of Adrasteius seems so small and so fragile, and he would be so easy to crush, right now--
The corner of Cat's mouth twitches. No. Not yet. Not yet. ]