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bravenewworld2016-03-03 01:20 pm
niepokonany) wrote in bravenewworld2016-03-03 01:20 pm
Here come the dreams of you and me [CLOSED]
Who: Feliks and Fai
What: Recovery fluff, in between events. Sparkly dork boyfriends being obnoxiously couple-y at each other in the comfort of their own home.
Where: The Łukasiewicz family estate, Feliks's room.
When: Backdated to early or mid-February
The worst thing about recovering from an injury was...
Ugh, everything, really. What didn't suck about it? It wasn't even the pain that got to Feliks, it was the boredom, the monotony, the being looked at like he was fragile, the dependence on others to take care of him...
And as much as Feliks hated to admit it, he'd never walked away from a fight in quite as bad shape as this time. A couple of weeks had healed up most of his bruises and scrapes, and he could walk around and all, but having his dominant arm in a cast was starting to drive him right up a wall. It was hard, at times, to remember how lucky he was to be alive to complain about it.
Right, but the worst thing right at that moment about being hurt -- insomnia. Like, how was he supposed to sleep at night when he spent all day resting and recovering in bed? And that just fed back into the whole boredom issue...
He groaned quietly, rolling onto his side towards Fai.
"Hey. You're not, like, already asleep, right?"
If he was, well... too bad, Feliks wasn't and felt like talking. Relationships were all about sacrifice, right?
What: Recovery fluff, in between events. Sparkly dork boyfriends being obnoxiously couple-y at each other in the comfort of their own home.
Where: The Łukasiewicz family estate, Feliks's room.
When: Backdated to early or mid-February
The worst thing about recovering from an injury was...
Ugh, everything, really. What didn't suck about it? It wasn't even the pain that got to Feliks, it was the boredom, the monotony, the being looked at like he was fragile, the dependence on others to take care of him...
And as much as Feliks hated to admit it, he'd never walked away from a fight in quite as bad shape as this time. A couple of weeks had healed up most of his bruises and scrapes, and he could walk around and all, but having his dominant arm in a cast was starting to drive him right up a wall. It was hard, at times, to remember how lucky he was to be alive to complain about it.
Right, but the worst thing right at that moment about being hurt -- insomnia. Like, how was he supposed to sleep at night when he spent all day resting and recovering in bed? And that just fed back into the whole boredom issue...
He groaned quietly, rolling onto his side towards Fai.
"Hey. You're not, like, already asleep, right?"
If he was, well... too bad, Feliks wasn't and felt like talking. Relationships were all about sacrifice, right?