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Victor’s eyes open to the familiar sight of the white wall of his room with his writing desk that is cluttered with his various writing materials. After groggily blinking his eyes, adjusting to the light peaking in through the curtain covering the window, he sees the brunette hair right under his gaze. Within his arms, the painter is sleeping peacefully with his back turned to Victor.
He rests his forehead against his lovers head, smelling the scent of the painters shampoo with a hint of oil paint fragrance. The paint smell brings victor back to last night when he had to force Edgar to sleep.
As an artist, Edgar is always sketching and doing little paintings. But sometimes, inspiration hits him, and he will lock himself up in his room. At first, Victor felt weird having a spare key to Edgar's room. Emily had convinced Edgar to give him a spare key so during one of his episodes at least victor could come in and make sure he ate and slept as Victor was the most ‘tolerable person’ as Edgar put it.
Yesterday was one of those nights where Victor had to interrupt Edgar in the middle of his inspiration. For the past 3 days, Edgar was working non-stop on his painting. This inspirational episode of his was especially bad as he was complaining much more than usual (which is… a lot already) and Victor would have to hold his paintbrushes hostage until he ate some food. Victor woke up at 3AM last night with the gut feeling that he should check up on Edgar. After knocking on his door without an answer a few times, he decided to use the key and check up on the painter. Edgar was still painting and kept almost drifting to sleep. Victor was particularly tired from that days set of matches and decided to just scoop Edgar in his arms and carried him back to Victors room as Edgar tiredly hit his chest and complaining to let him down.
Although this wasn’t the first time this happened, Victor was glad that it was so late that there were no other people out to see the ordeal. It was a little embarrassing for Victor to say the least.
After somehow managing to get his lover in some sleep wear (granted it was just a pair of victor’s t-shirts) he managed to pull Edgar into bed. Victor wrapped his arms tightly around Edgar to keep him in place. Edgar eventually gave up his struggle and succumb to his heavy eyes putting him into a deep sleep.
Now it was about 10AM and although Victor would have loved to stay in bed longer with his lover, he knew he had to at least get up for a little bit to feed Wick and take him on a walk.
He tried to slide his arm out from underneath Edgar, but it was no use as his arm had fallen asleep. He slowly shook Edgar awake. Edgar groaned with being woken up when (victor thought) he was surely still very tired from probably getting little to no sleep the last 3 days.
Edgar opened his eyes halfway and said in a tired, annoyed voice, “What you want Grantz?” Victor rolled his eyes. He loved Edgar with all his heart but man he was so cranky, especially in the morning.
Victor put his hands in front of victors face signing ‘Good morning my love, can you free my arm? I need to get up.’
Edgar thought for a second. “… No.” He turned his body around, putting his face into Victor’s chest. Edgar’s way of saying ‘I’m not listening to you’.
Victor gave a small smile and rubbed Edgar’s back. God Edgar was so cute. He was cute in his own little ways. He would never admit it but he loved to be held in Victor’s arms and he often cuddled with Victor.
Victor kissed the painter’s forehead, making the painter looking up at him. Victor gave him an apologetic smile as Wick poked his head out from behind Victor to show his presence.
Edgar let out a sigh. “You have to take care of the mutt, don’t you?” Edgar said as he reaches an arm out to pet Wick’s cute head.
Being unable to speak, Victor only nodded. Edgar groaned for a second and turned onto his back, out of Victors arms where he stretched out his tired body. As he stretched Victor took the opportunity to slip his arm out from under him and sits up, giving a tired yawn.
Edgar glared up at him “if you’re tired you should sleep longer.”
Victor signed, ‘I would love to sleep longer but Wick will get grouchy if I don’t take him out soon. Just like you when you first get up.’ He gave the painter a smile and pinched his cheek.
Edgar whines and swats away Victor’s hand, “Shut it...” Edgar adjusted the blanket to cover himself more. Stupid postman. Now I’m cold without your body heat. “I’m going to sleep for a while longer. I’m still tired.”
Victor leaned down giving a quick kiss to his forehead. ‘Okay, I will come back up after I’m done. Sleep for as long as you like.”
Edgar blushed and hid his face with the blanket a bit. Victor smiled while he got up and opened the door to let Wick out first before signing, ‘Sleep well, I love you”.
“Whatever, make sure the mutt doesn’t get into any trouble.” After Victor left, closing the door behind him, Edgar mumbled, “I love you too…” before soon falling back asleep.
Although Victor wasn’t there, he knew what the painter said. Edgar could be cold and hard to read, but after being with him for so long Victor knew that Edgar loved him in his own, special way.