Émile, never one to balk at a chance for rest, soon settled peacefully into the warm hollow against Fabien’s chest. Their breathing slowed into a regular rhythm and they drifted to sleep in his arms without further agitation.
They unconsciously nuzzled close to him as they slept. Their bare skin was warm against his. It was a tranquil scene, the two of them tangled together in loose limbs and mingled breath. An outside observer would not have guessed the indentured nature of their relationship, calm and close as they were in sleep.
It was not long after they'd surrendered to sleep that the serene tableau was abruptly shattered by a sobbed shout.
"Non!” There was sheer terror he had never heard in their voice. It made them sound much younger than they were.
“Non, non," they sobbed. They had attempted to jolt upright but were thwarted by the press of his arms and they thrashed frantically to free themself from the blanket.
Their eyes were open but unfocused, the muscles of their body painfully taut as though braced for an attack. They managed to shake off his arms and sit half upright before the urgent fear in their body subsided and they seemed to regain some measure of awareness.
Their breath came quick and short. They sat still, quivering silently in the dark.
They did not respond if spoken to but were guided easily back against him, their body already softening with weariness. The trembling in their limbs was more persistent but soon enough it too dissolved and they lapsed back into easy sleep.
There were no more interruptions to the pair’s slumber. Émile slept deep and hard, hardly stirring as the sun relinquished its glory over the sky and slunk below the horizon.
They unconsciously nuzzled close to him as they slept. Their bare skin was warm against his. It was a tranquil scene, the two of them tangled together in loose limbs and mingled breath. An outside observer would not have guessed the indentured nature of their relationship, calm and close as they were in sleep.
It was not long after they'd surrendered to sleep that the serene tableau was abruptly shattered by a sobbed shout.
"Non!” There was sheer terror he had never heard in their voice. It made them sound much younger than they were.
“Non, non," they sobbed. They had attempted to jolt upright but were thwarted by the press of his arms and they thrashed frantically to free themself from the blanket.
Their eyes were open but unfocused, the muscles of their body painfully taut as though braced for an attack. They managed to shake off his arms and sit half upright before the urgent fear in their body subsided and they seemed to regain some measure of awareness.
Their breath came quick and short. They sat still, quivering silently in the dark.
They did not respond if spoken to but were guided easily back against him, their body already softening with weariness. The trembling in their limbs was more persistent but soon enough it too dissolved and they lapsed back into easy sleep.
There were no more interruptions to the pair’s slumber. Émile slept deep and hard, hardly stirring as the sun relinquished its glory over the sky and slunk below the horizon.