near the end of a long year

[tactician]

Rare was the day where the political sphere wasn't abuzz, even all the way down to the lower echelons of the profession, with secretaries and agencies worming their way into last minute flights for their significantly more powerful supervisors, but even on Ennaspie, Christmas morning was a quiet one. Rarer were still was a quiet morning where Weiler wasn't sound asleep when Locke woke to a room bathed in early light.

Instead, though Weiler had stayed in bed by Locke's side, he was sitting up against the headboard, blankets pulled up to his waist as he looked at something through a sliver of window behind the drawn curtains, a soft ivory they had settled on after (admittedly not much) consideration. He was sleepy-eyed when he noticed the shift in Locke's breathing from slumber to waking and looked down, but he didn't say anything quite yet.

He only smiled, in fact, and said nothing at all.

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[aphelionix]

Locke's laugh rumbled his whole chest. "Now you know what that's like."

[tactician]

In response, Weiler laughed too, but it lasted only a few seconds before he tilted up and stole another kiss, taking in that laughter for himself like he was hoarding it, precious as it was. When they parted, still lingering close enough so that their mouths still touched when he spoke, Weiler brushed Locke's bangs out of his eyes and admitted, "I have to say, though, it wasn't a bad trade."

He finally unwound one arm from Locke's back and pushed up, looking down with amusement as he cracked his knuckles. "Now if you roll back over, your highness, I'll make good on the second half of my promise and then we can go make good on the first."