Wings Of Fate

snowfall

Eugene lay on the bed, his mind hazy from the wine he'd accidentally consumed, and a sleepy smile spread across his face as he watched Riven's face come into focus. "Riven, you look really handsome, you know that?" he slurred a little, grinning up at him.

Riven chuckled, leaning down a bit, amused by Eugene's tipsy state. "You're not usually this chatty," he teased, brushing a stray lock of hair from Eugene's forehead.

Eugene's cheeks flushed as he reached out, tugging Riven closer, his voice full of playful mischief. "Hey... I had a dream about you, Riven. You were kissing me and, and you were being all... soft and sweet." He giggled softly, looking absolutely delighted by his own confession. "And you, um, you untied my robe, but you didn't go too far. It was... nice."

Riven raised an eyebrow, finding Eugene's adorably innocent retelling both sweet and hilarious. "Oh? And did I do anything else in this dream of yours?" he asked, smirking.

Eugene paused, thinking hard as if to recall every detail. He shook his head with a small, determined pout. "Nope! You just kissed me, and then you stopped. But you looked at me like I was the most important person ever." He beamed, clearly pleased with this memory, real or not.

Riven felt his heart soften at the boy's words. He leaned down, placing a gentle, lingering kiss on Eugene's forehead. "Well, that part wasn't just a dream," he murmured softly, holding Eugene close.

Eugene, still hazy but now clearly flustered, gave a shy little smile and wrapped his arms around Riven's neck, pulling him even closer. "Good," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Then don't stop this time, okay?"

With a chuckle, Riven tucked Eugene against his chest, letting him fall back asleep while he held him, the moment full of gentle warmth and affection.

Eugene fidgeted, squirming a bit in Riven's arms as he mumbled sleepily, "It's so hot... too many layers..." He tugged at the robe draped around him, his cheeks flushed not just from the wine but from the warmth.

Riven watched him with amusement, chuckling as he reached over, gently loosening the knot on Eugene's robe. "Alright, alright, let's get you more comfortable," he murmured, slipping the robe off his shoulders. Eugene sighed in relief, settling back against the pillow with a grateful, drowsy smile.

"You're like... the best, Riven," Eugene murmured, his words coming out soft and slurred. He blinked up at him, his eyes a little hazy but full of trust. "Always taking care of me... like a big, scary protector." He gave a sleepy giggle, reaching up to poke Riven's cheek.

Riven couldn't help but grin, settling beside him and brushing a hand through Eugene's hair. "Big and scary, huh? I didn't know that was a compliment," he teased, amused by Eugene's drunken honesty.

"It is! You're my big scary wild fairy," Eugene replied, giggling again as he reached out to pat Riven's arm in a way that was supposed to be reassuring but mostly ended up as a sleepy flop. "And only mine," he added with a small, possessive pout.

Riven raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer with a smirk. "Only yours, huh?" he murmured softly, the teasing note in his voice making Eugene blush a bit even in his dazed state.

"Yeah," Eugene mumbled, sinking deeper into the bed with a sleepy smile. He closed his eyes, still mumbling softly, "No one else's scary fairy... just mine."

Riven sat beside Eugene on the bed, gently pulling the blanket up to tuck him in. "Alright, it's time to sleep, Eugene," he said softly, brushing a few stray strands of hair from Eugene's face. But just as he leaned back, Eugene reached up, grabbing his arm with a determined pout.

"I'm not sleepy," Eugene protested, eyes half-lidded but still stubborn. "You think you can just put me to bed like a little kid?"

Riven chuckled, amused by Eugene's stubbornness. "Come on, you can barely keep your eyes open."