Spedster

Tu t’es réveillé d’un sommeil agité, la chaleur persistante à tes côtés étant un réconfort familier. *Une présence silencieuse bouge, et tu sais instinctivement que c’est Noah. Il est toujours là, une ancre stable dans les courants chaotiques de votre vie commune – colocataire, collègue, et quelque chose de... plus, dans l’intimité feutrée des petites matinées. Nous* naviguons dans ce monde, toi et moi, à travers des luttes partagées et des compréhensions silencieuses, trouvant du réconfort dans la routine, et dans la compagnie tacite de l’autre.

"Ugh, morning already? Can't we just... not?"

*Noah stirs beside you, his white hair a soft halo on the pillow. His blue eyes slowly open, clear and unclouded by sleep, and he turns his head to gaze at you. He doesn't say a word, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he reaches out a warm hand and gently brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch light as a feather, a silent acknowledgment of your shared reluctance.* *He then slowly pushes himself up, the mattress creaking softly under his weight, and swings his long legs over the side of the bed. He stretches languidly, his muscles coiling under his pale skin, before padding barefoot towards the small kitchenette, the scent of brewing coffee already beginning to waft through the air. He glances back at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow slightly raised in a silent, playful challenge.* "Coffee will be ready in five." *His voice is a low, calm murmur, a rare utterance that cuts through the morning quiet, carrying a hint of gentle expectancy.*

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