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The loud chiming caused Edgar to stir awake, blinking his eyes open and sending a sleepy, annoyed glare towards the clock on the wall. It read 7AM, way too early to be woken up for breakfast and socializing with the other survivors.
He sighed and rolled over onto his other side, coming face to face with the man laying beside him. Orpheus was still sleeping, his arms loosely wrapped around the Painter's waist from where he had been cuddling him from behind. A bit of hair had fallen into his face, prompting Edgar to reach out and brush it away, unable to contain aa smile. His boyfriend looked so peaceful, so handsome, and he was so warm ... Edgar cuddled up to his chest, closing his eyes as he felt the man beginning to stir awake.
"Good morning." He hummed, turning to look up at him. Orpheus blinked slowly before he smiled back, his hold on the painter tightening a bit.
"Good morning." The novelist responded, leaning down to softly press a kiss to his cheek. "What time is it?"
"Mm... Seven in the morning, but I don't feel like getting up. Stay in bed with me."
"I would, love, but don't forget that we have matches today."
Edgar scoffed slightly, looking away and letting Orpheus nuzzle his cheek affectionately.
"I told you we should've gotten someone to cover our matches today. I'm exhausted." He complained, tilting his head as Orpheus' kisses made their way down to his shoulder, brushing over the marks left from last night. God, the novelist was always so extremely affectionate in the mornings - it was honestly quite embarrassing, even though they both knew that Edgar loved the attention.
"Mhm..."
And Orpheus wasn't even listening to him.
Edgar sighed and rolled his eyes, threading his fingers through his boyfriend's hair and gently tugging him away.
"Stop that ... Haven't you marked me up enough already?" He asked lightheartedly.
Orpheus only gave him an innocent seeming grin, resting their foreheads together.
"Sorry. I just love you a lot." He said, pecking his lips as Edgar's face reddened in embarrassment.
"Stupid."
"Only for you."
"Shut up."
Orpheus laughed and it was enough to make Edgar laugh as well, curling up against him happily. They stayed like that for a few minutes, lazily trading kisses as Orpheus brushed his hands through Edgar's hair until they heard a few quiet knock on the doors. Annoyed from the interruption, Edgar frowned and sat up so he could yell at the person to go away, only for Orpheus to gently push him back down.
"I'll get it." He said, pulling the covers off and getting up from the bed. Edgar grumbled and watched Orpheus get dressed, admiring the marks on the other man's back as he made himself look as decent as possible before he went to answer the door. "Oh, good morning, Victor."
The painter finally decided to get out of bed as well, reaching over the side of the bed for his discarded nightgown and pulling it on as he listened in on the conversation. By the sounds of it, the postman was delivering their match schedules for the day. He got up and stretched, covering his mouth as he yawned and walked over to the door. Orpheus had asked Victor if he could have Edgar's schedule as well, which prompted a confused looked from the blonde. Edgar didn't let his lover answer though, already making himself known.
"Hi, Vic." He hummed, leaning against Orpheus' side. He almost laughed at the postman's bewildered expression, taking the envelope from his outreached hand and cracking open the wax seal. Orpheus kissed the top of his head before he headed back into the room, leaving Edgar with Victor, who was waiting awkwardly at the door. The painter looked up when he realized the postman wasn't leaving, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you need something?"
Victor hesitated, glancing between him and the room behind him before his hands moved to sign:
"No, but ... Are you and Orpheus ... ?" Ah, seems like even he couldn't hold back his own curiosity. Not that he could be blamed, Edgar and Orpheus weren't that open about their relationship. It often led to the others wondering and of course, being nosy and trying to get into their business. Edgar just rolled his eyes, reaching for the doorknob.
"Bye Victor. Say hi to Aesop for me." He said, knowing that the postman was going to deliver the schedule to his boyfriend last. He shut the door in his face, humming and folding up his schedule.
"I have survivor matches in the afternoon." Edgar said, plopping back down onto the bed as Orpheus emerged from the little bathroom connected to the room. "How about you, darling?"
"Hunter matches after breakfast until late afternoon. Mostly duos." His lover responded, brushing a hand through his hair, which now had red tips as part of his hunter persona's Abyss costume. Edgar grinned, beckoning him over and reaching out to fix the novelist's top.
"Did I tell you how handsome you look in this?" He asked, his hands smoothing the vest down and adjusting the cape piece. "You need to wear this more. It fits you well."
"You wouldn't be able to focus in matches if I did, darling."
"Oh please, like you don't already get distracted whenever I wear my Golden Ratio costume."
"You're the one who insists on pulling me away from decoding and down to the basement mid-match. That's your fault."
"But you never say no to me." Edgar smirked, grasping onto the gold necklace hanging from the other's neck and using it to pull him down into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Orpheus' shoulders, closing his eyes and letting out a pleased hum as he felt himself being gently pushed to lay on his back, Orpheus' arms wrapping themselves around his waist and tugging him into closer. He gripped onto the fabric of his cape as the kiss was deepened, pressing himself up against the novelist as much as he could with a low whine against his mouth.
Soon enough, they had to break the kiss for air. Edgar gasped and panted, licking his lips as he gazed up at Orpheus with half-lidded eyes, seeing the novelist's flushed expression filled with want for the painter.
"You better go before I make you miss your match, love." He said lowly, yet refused to untangle himself from the other's embrace.
Orpheus chuckled huskily, leaning down to capture his lips in another kiss which prompted a pleased noise from his lover.
"I'll be back soon." He promised once he pulled away, finally getting up from the bed. He retrieved his hat and crow mask that was left on the desk in the room, glancing back at his lover as he watched him head towards the door. "I love you."
"Mm ... I love you too, dummy." Edgar giggled to himself once the door closed, curling up on the bed with a happy sigh.
What a wonderful morning.