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Light creeped in from a small gap in the curtains, Madara’s eyes focused on it before shutting his eyes again. Maybe he could try and go back to sleep. That’s when he felt something move and grumble— eyes open again to be greeted by such an heavenly presence. Fingertips ghost the face of the man he called his lover, counting the scattered freckles that painted his cheeks. Waking up to Leo like this was something that Madara could do forever ( and hoped to do forever. )
The night before was something that they've done before… this time it felt magical… more special and soul connecting. Was that even possible? Souls entwined in another like never before. Madara had always believed in him and Leo being soulmates to what extent? He had no idea. The thought of them being past lovers in another life… no, no matter the life always connecting, always finding one another and always falling in love. It almost seemed childish having such thoughts but Leo made Madara dream big, feel like anything could be possible.
Madara shifts himself a little more closely to his boyfriend to press a kiss onto his forehead before drawing back. How did he get so lucky to have someone like Leo. To be able to call Leo his own still did not feel real— could he wake from the best dream possible, if that was the case he’d be content living in a dream world where he could make all Leo’s desires come true and all his worries and fears disappear.
Madara pushes his nose into covers, a hint of citrus drifting into his nose, smiling to himself a little—- he liked when the smell of Leo would cling to his stuff so whenever he left he at least had something to bury himself into and feel some sense of comfort.
Losing himself in Leo was something that he did a lot, just looking at him he found himself getting lost. If it wasn’t his eyes Madara just got lost looking Leo over, looking at the small things, the small parts of Leo that he adored the most. He often lost himself in comparing their hand sizes, how it felt to lace their fingers together… how his lips felt dancing on Leo’s fingertips for good luck. It was the things like that Madara truly adored above all else— basking in everything Leo was a way of life he could live forever. It honestly seemed like the perfect lifestyle to live.