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In the quiet hush of dawn, Guest had begun to feel it —the lack of pillow beneath his head. Guest really like gel — so much his hair became as hard as steel and as sharp as swords.
The squeaky mattress did not serve as a good cushion for Guests super-sharp head. Actually it wasn’t even a mattress, it was actually cardboard. Guest was now sleeping on dirty cardboard, a sad excuse for a mattress. Guest’s only comfort was that plush pillow, but now it was split clean in the middle from Guests sharp hair gel.
Guest was way to lazy (and exhausted) to consider finding another pillow, let alone rise from his ‘mattress’. He’d rather just suck it up and sleep on the ground of his private wooden cabin.
Guest shifted to the left, then adjusted his arm to act as a makeshift pillow. Not satisfied he shifted and layed to the other side. Not getting the vibe he layed on his back, then he layed on his stomach, to his side, again and again.
Now Guest was wide awake. He was definitely tweaking out now, it just wasn’t the same without his pillow. No matter the position he just couldn’t get the right one.
An idea struck Guests half awake brain.
Chance ! He couldn’t believe he’d forget. His buddy ol’ pal, his bestie westie, a friend he can always rely on. Surely he wouldn’t mind if Chance can lend his pillow to Guest for a night, right ?
Guest quickly sat up at the thought—ready to take action as soon as possible, The dizziness from sitting up to quickly soon rendering Guest to stare at the floor for awhile to recollect himself.
Guest used his hands to support him up from the ground. Soon Guest was already skipping to the cabin next door, eager to ask Chance for a pillow.
Opening the wooden door with a quiet click, the cold air gushed in the cabin like a hail storm. Guest instinctively hugged himself to conserve heat and started shivering from the sudden cold assaulting him.
It was only a few steps probably a 30 second walk, but the cold definitely made it harder to walk through. The winds were strong like on a snow storm in december, yet no snow showed itself around the cozy cabins. Guest quickly ran to the cabin next door (Chances cabin) and quietly opened it, peeking inside to check if the owner of said cabin was asleep.
The owner was definitely asleep, equipped with state of the art sleeping gear. Weighted blanket, super fancy sleeping robe, bunny slippers to boot too. And the best of all a pillow. The pure fluffed up pillow was perfect, and just what Guest needed for a well rested night.
“Chance” Guest whispered, poking at Chance’s sleeping face.
Showing no sign of waking up Guest tried again to gain Chances attention.
“Chancee, wake upp” Guest whisper shouted, lightly shaking Chance.
Chace stirred awake, eyes still closed but definitely conscious.
“Mmh..” Chance hummed, half awake and barely conscious.
“Chance can i borrow your pillow for the night pls ?” Guest cheerfully whispered, the thought of the soft pillow put a jolly tired smile on his face.
“Just sleep here” Chances words slurred— as he tugged Guest's arm to the plush mattress.
Guest fell onto the mattress and it felt like heaven, the soft embrace of the mattress was way better than sleeping on cardboard, the mattress smelt like lavender and it wasn’t too hard or to soft, just right.
Guest shuffled under the covers with Chance, the grey blanket hugging both sentinels nice and snug. Guest was way more careful in adjusting himself, not wanting to rip the pillows.
Guest didn’t know how Chance got this perfect mattress when everyone else had to sleep on cardboard, but the thought was immediately swept away when the no homosexual air pushed them together.
Guest was pushed closer to chance and immediately Chance started hugging Guest like a big pillow. Chance held Guest, curled close under the blanket. The warmth of the blanket seeped into Guests bones— added with Chances body heat which made it even more cozier.
The slow, steady rhythmic breathing mingled in the air, creating a sense of calm in the rinky dink cabin. Guest buried his face into Chances neck, and Guest hugged chance back, hugging softly letting Chance pull away if he wanted too.
Crickets chirped outside the cabin and the night stretched on. Their legs were tangled beneath the covers, breaths calm and steady. Guest watched out the window from the bed, watching the trees rustle from the raging wind.
The cabin was quiet— a good quiet, a quiet that didnt need to be filled. The sound of breathing and the beating of the wind right outside the cabin filled the cabin with something Guest just couldn’t describe. Chances chest slowly rised and fall with every inhale and exhale.
Chance shifted, and held Guests hand, rough, bruised hands met with callused, discolored fingers from excessive use from shooting a certain flintlock one too many times.
Guest almost pulled away from surprise, but stayed and carefully held Chances hand back. Guest could feel heat rising to his cheeks for some reason, they were literally hugging each other in the same bed but holding his hand is when He starts blushing ?! Guest couldn’t believe it, a bit embarrassed, Guest hid his face and further nuzzled into Chances neck trying to save face.
“Hm.. Go to sleep Guest” Chance whispered, a slight smile tugged at their face. Eyes still closed
“Huh, oh y-yeah” Guest quickly murmured, caught off-guard from Chance suddenly talking.
Guest took a deep breath and felt himself calm down from his internal panic before. He could already feel sleep tugging him down a pit of unpredictable dreams, Guests eyes closed slightly.
Guest relaxed under Chance, muscles slowly loosening and melting like jelly. The wind outside the cabin still raged on, acting as nice white noise for the 2 sentinels.
Slow, soft breathing filled the small cabin, peacefulness washed any doubt the 2 could possibly have. It’s never felt this calm, just Guest and Chance, responsible for protecting the other survivors the best they can, cuddling and snuggling under the night. Their efforts finally catching up to them, leaving them tired and drained.
The smell of pillows comforted Guest, It smelt like lavender, abit like Chance from days of constant use from the gambler. The scent comforted Guest.
Slowly, but surely, Guest drifts off into sleep. Fatigue and sleepiness finally winning. Guest slightly holds onto Chance's hand, warm and comforting, before loosening when he really falls into deep sleep.
Chance cracked his eyes open after noticing Guest really falling asleep, admiring him. Chance felt lucky to meet Guest, so lucky. His eyes softened watching the soldier so calm and peaceful. Chance never seen Guest more vulnerable before.
Chance let his thumb glide onto Guests scarred filled hands, feeling each callous, or scar that met his way. Chance was glad he could share his pillow with Guest.
“Good night Guest” Chance fondly breathed, closing his eyes again, eyes slowly fluttering shut and sleeping in the warmth that they both created. Together.