[OOC] Vignette.
There never is a lot to it when K'aus wakes up after sleeping restfully, as opposed to when he's rudely disturbed from sleep by his nightmares.
The morning after his night in Nenita's weyr, he simply knew what time it was, that he had things to do, and that he should wake up. His eyes opened, he blinked the last hazy remnants of sleep from them and then squinted into the darkness to make clearer the shape next to him in the bed.
Sometime during the night they drifted apart, which didn't surprise him, but she wasn't too far, just an arm's stretch away. Far enough that he could make out her face once his focus adjusted, without the complications of his eyes crossing. She still slept.
He wanted very badly to stay and stare at her until she felt it and woke up, but before he could get comfortable with the idea a familiar creak resonated within him.
We have sweeps, Ehrudith reminded him gently but gruffly from outside in the bowl.
Rather than voice his acceptance of that reality, K'aus only nudged back what might have been 'yeah, yeah' if he'd bothered, and carefully began the motions of getting out of bed without waking her. She'd be awake soon anyway, weyrlings had shit to do too, but why rob her of a precious half hour more, or more?
His clothes were a little hard to find. His shirt was over there, balled up and inside out. Somehow his shoes had made their way a good three feet from each other and in the dark he couldn't really figure out where the second one was, but luckily he nearly tripped on his pants in the hunt for it, which meant one less thing to worry about. After standing in the middle of the general area of where he'd found everything else, he thought of the weirdest place to look and got down on his knees. Sure enough, there was the other shoe, under the bed, obviously.
Once he'd pulled it out he almost got back up, but then noticed something else. Something... small. And thin. With a bushy attachment of some kind.
His mouth curved when he realized what it was, and after a stretch he also pulled out the black mask with the feathers.
Now dressed and with his hair in some kind of order, whatever his hands could manage, K'aus puts a knee on the bed and leans over to first push her dark hair off of her cheek so he can leave a kiss there, then leave the mask on the pillow he'd used. He also uses his belt to make a curve beneath it, so that when she wakes up she'll see his smiling pillow-face, and maybe that will creep her out a little. Hopefully.
The morning after his night in Nenita's weyr, he simply knew what time it was, that he had things to do, and that he should wake up. His eyes opened, he blinked the last hazy remnants of sleep from them and then squinted into the darkness to make clearer the shape next to him in the bed.
Sometime during the night they drifted apart, which didn't surprise him, but she wasn't too far, just an arm's stretch away. Far enough that he could make out her face once his focus adjusted, without the complications of his eyes crossing. She still slept.
He wanted very badly to stay and stare at her until she felt it and woke up, but before he could get comfortable with the idea a familiar creak resonated within him.
We have sweeps, Ehrudith reminded him gently but gruffly from outside in the bowl.
Rather than voice his acceptance of that reality, K'aus only nudged back what might have been 'yeah, yeah' if he'd bothered, and carefully began the motions of getting out of bed without waking her. She'd be awake soon anyway, weyrlings had shit to do too, but why rob her of a precious half hour more, or more?
His clothes were a little hard to find. His shirt was over there, balled up and inside out. Somehow his shoes had made their way a good three feet from each other and in the dark he couldn't really figure out where the second one was, but luckily he nearly tripped on his pants in the hunt for it, which meant one less thing to worry about. After standing in the middle of the general area of where he'd found everything else, he thought of the weirdest place to look and got down on his knees. Sure enough, there was the other shoe, under the bed, obviously.
Once he'd pulled it out he almost got back up, but then noticed something else. Something... small. And thin. With a bushy attachment of some kind.
His mouth curved when he realized what it was, and after a stretch he also pulled out the black mask with the feathers.
Now dressed and with his hair in some kind of order, whatever his hands could manage, K'aus puts a knee on the bed and leans over to first push her dark hair off of her cheek so he can leave a kiss there, then leave the mask on the pillow he'd used. He also uses his belt to make a curve beneath it, so that when she wakes up she'll see his smiling pillow-face, and maybe that will creep her out a little. Hopefully.