Early Mornings

Type: Fluff
Ship: Alastor x Henri (Alari)

Alastor sighed contentedly as a cool breeze blew in from the open window, the silk curtains moving with the wind in a ghostly array of red and white. The wind blew over his bare back despite the blankets huddled around him, causing goose bumps to appear over his pale, seemingly flawless skin.

He closed his eyes once more, taking a deep breath and enjoying the rarely felt breeze thoroughly. After all, it wasn’t every day you felt a breeze like that where he lived. The only weather they seemed to have had had been hot sunny days and muggy rainfalls, with an occasional storm that might just end up passing overhead.

That enjoyment however, was short lived as a lightly tanned hand hit his cheek in a lazy manner. Alastor opened a pale green eye, glaring at whatever, or whoever, had disturbed him. His glare however, instantly softened at the sight before him, causing a blip of a smile to appear on his face. Henri lay sprawled among the blankets; his face was partially covered by the soft, satin pillow that was currently cushioning his head from the even softer mattress below.

“Why are you staring at me Alastor?” Henri asked, causing Alastor to almost jump. Almost. Alastor smirked, opening one eye tiredly.

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because you’re just that gorgeous.”

Henri groaned, rolling over with his back facing the mercenary beside him. “And why are you in my bed?” He questioned, feeling Alastor’s arms wrap around his waist as a face pressed into his back. “Because sleeping outside is no fun and were just there looking all cute and stuff so why not?”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m not cute.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Differ all you want I’m not cute.”

“…You must be tired huh?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I’m more than a few feet close to you without getting punched or shot at.”

There was another pause as if Henri was thinking for a moment, or so he thought until he heard the sound of soft snores. Alastor chuckled softly to himself, wrapping his arms around Henri tighter, his face nuzzled into Henri’s hair as the early morning wore on.