Namine stretched out, letting out a long and low groan in his bedroom. It had been a long day. A stressful day, filled with responsibility -- and finally he was home, alone, and ready to rest. He'd been craving his bed almost from the moment that he left the house. And finally, he was here, standing before it.
He fell forward, grabbing at the pillows. He was dressed modestly for bed, in loose fitting, lavender pajamas. They were his favorite. Even though he'd been craving his bed like some kind of slothful lay-about, it wasn't because he was content with life. No... He'd always felt like he was meant for something more. Meant for greater things than he currently preoccupied his time with.
But for what, he couldn't fathom. Maybe he only felt that way because he hadn't been laid in... well... ever. By anyone. He snuggled up under the covers, prepared for the sweet embrace of sleep -- and utterly unaware that fate had other plans for him.
He fell forward, grabbing at the pillows. He was dressed modestly for bed, in loose fitting, lavender pajamas. They were his favorite. Even though he'd been craving his bed like some kind of slothful lay-about, it wasn't because he was content with life. No... He'd always felt like he was meant for something more. Meant for greater things than he currently preoccupied his time with.
But for what, he couldn't fathom. Maybe he only felt that way because he hadn't been laid in... well... ever. By anyone. He snuggled up under the covers, prepared for the sweet embrace of sleep -- and utterly unaware that fate had other plans for him.