I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 22

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Wednesday, February 9th, 1921
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With a bit of a headache and sore, tired muscles, Anthony began to stir.
Now, usually, it took him a while to wake up completely, however, this morning was an unusual case.

As he slowly became sentient and aware, something was very different about this. Not only did he feel someone next to him, but he was actually being held. He was laying on his stomach but was turned in a way that he was leaned on someone, pressed flush against... a man?
Anthony noticed that his cheek was laying on a muscular chest, hearing the soft breathing and heartbeat.
He then came to notice the man in question had an arm neatly wrapped around his waist, holding him in place.

Once he gained the courage, the Italian slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus and clear the blurriness before trailing from the bronzed chest up to the man's spotted neck and to his face.

There lay Alastor. Holding Anthony. Peacefully sleeping- or... he assumed he was sleeping. He looked so calm, a very faint smile upon his face. It looked a tad strange for the butcher, seeing him without the prominent smile.
Sometime during the night, he must have wrapped an arm around Anthony, causing the smaller man to roll into his chest, cheek flush to his torso.
It was then that memories came flooding in of how they ended up like this. Visions of the events of the previous night and early hours of the morning before they did end up falling asleep filling Anthony's mind.
Cheeks becoming flushed and breath suddenly being held, the blonde did everything in his power to remain calm so he wouldn't wake the other man. Lord knew how badly he needed to sleep.
So, Anthony did his best to relax and embrace every bit of information and memory that his brain was providing him with.

Once he was asleep, Alastor felt there was nothing that could wake him up. He was out cold for the first time in a while, but there was no doubt that he needed it.

When early morning came around, it was quite unusual for Alastor to be asleep so long, the man being one to get up quite early, however with the exhaustion from the previous night came a longer resting period.
Stirring in his sleep as Anthony awoke, Alastor unconsciously held Anthony closer, sighing softly.

Anthony closed his eyes for a moment as he was given a gentle squeeze, shoulders raising a bit as he brought the hand that was resting on the man's chest up to gently examine his face.
Brushing his fingers over the lips that he had kissed so many times already, Anthony couldn't help but smile. A few words came to his mind as he got a better look at this man.

A few minutes must have passed, Alastor quietly snoring away under the gaze of Anthony, before the older man began to stir a little more, bringing a hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes.
Groaning softly, the man began to slowly wake up, his vision blurred at first, but then the silhouette of another in his arms became visible. As his sleepy vision got clearer, the person who was in his arms became clear, Alastor giving a deep sigh as he remembered what had happened between them.
"Morning..."
He whispered, voice croaky and low.

Anthony couldn't help but smile more, seeing the man's expression change from tired processing to a content kind of tired. He was glad that he didn't react negatively.
"Buongiorno bella addormentata."
He whispered in reply with a small chuckle.
"Sleep well?"
He asked as he took his hand away from the man's face and set it against his chest.

Alastor huffed the tiniest of laughs, his head still paining him slightly, but not as much as it had been at the later end of the night previous.
"Yes, I did sleep well, and I trust you did too?"
He asked, shifting a little, stretching an arm out over his head, the other still around Anthony.