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When Isoloses woke up, he couldn't help but notice that the light moon was significantly higher than it usually was when he woke up. For a moment, a shock of nervousness shot through him and he jolted up off the mattress, nearly falling out in his haste to check the calendar hanging on his side of the nest. He let out a relieved noise as he realized it was a weekend. He didn't have work today, he wasn't late.
Isoloses let himself fall back against the bed and he sighed happily, his eyes slipping closed as he began to fall back asleep again. His arm reached out for Naevys, planning on pulling him back towards him, but instead, his hand hit the cold sheet on the bed. Isoloses's hand searched for a moment before realization washed over him.
Ah, yes, the kids, he thought as he blinked open his eyes, trying to push the fog from his mind. Isoloses usually had weekends off, it was nothing new--everyone in the royal guard has one of two schedules--a schedule where they work the weekend and nothing else, or a schedule where they work the weekdays. Isoloses preferred working the weekdays because it lined up with when Naevys worked and it allowed him to spend the weekends with Naevys and the kids without interruption.
As they had nannies, it was easier for them that way--then the nannies have the weekends off and neither Isoloses nor Naevys had to juggle the three of them all alone. Well, that wasn't entirely true, as proven by this very event. Even if Isoloses loved his job and being able to work around Ilsa, it was hard to deny that between kids and work he was tired. Naevys refused to wake him up on the first day of his break from work so he could sleep in.
Isoloses had expressed that he didn't really think it was fair given that Naevys didn't get the same luxury but Naevys had shrugged the comment off with a simple: you worry too much. Sleep in on Yllajyre, it's not the end of the world. Isoloses knew that, but even so--he felt selfish whenever he slept in. He couldn't quite help it, given that Naevys also worked and could probably use the extra sleep as well. Even so, if Isoloses slept through Naevys's alarm and his own, there was no helping it if Naevys wouldn't wake him up.
Isoloses pulled himself out of the nest and stretched, letting out a yawn, before he scratched at his abdomen. He really did feel better after sleeping like that, though. Days just never felt long enough to Isoloses in Tenebris, even though the days were only four hours shorter than in Caelestes. He headed straight for his clothes, grateful that he'd showered the night before. It was cool enough in Tenebris that he didn't sweat at night here, so as long as he showered the night before he could shower in the evening--at least on the weekends.
During the week he showered one time in the morning so he'd smell good during work, and once when he got home from work because often he was sore. The injuries from being in the army were less than thrilled from being up on his feet a lot, especially his back and knees, but even so it was rewarding.
The warm water felt like heaven on his aching muscles, and he couldn't help but stand there sometimes and just enjoy the way it felt on his skin. Use to he'd take rather tepid showers--and he still did when he had work because warm showers made him sweat--but now he was a little addicted to the warm showers as well.
Isoloses quickly got dressed before he exited the room and headed towards the playroom. Each of the kids had their own room, but then they had a playroom for them to all play together in. It was easier than trying to deal with disputes over toys--each child had their own toys which were kept in their bedrooms, and then the shared toys were shared without conflict. It seemed fair enough to both he and Naevys, so if it worked and kept the peace between the three of them, it was going to keep being used.
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Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ
Storie d'amoreIsoloses's life as the second prince of Caelestes was misery. He hated himself, but most of all he hated his father. The guilt that rested on his shoulders was suffocating, and the mere fact that he was alive made it worse because he felt he deserve...