PSL: For kremdelacreme

[killedwithlove]

Following this.

Cole had things to do during the night. There were nightmares to be soothed and dark spots to be softly lit. He banked the fires that needed tending and borrowed a cloak from Blackwall to tuck in a cold halla in his stall.

He went back to Krem's room for a little while, watching him sleep before slipping off to beg some food from the kitchens. The bread was softest and warmest from the ovens and he managed to convince the cook to give him a couple of fresh rolls with some butter and fruit preserve with the freshly arrived milk.

A brief detour to Cullen's room to make sure there was poppy juice and fresh, cool water when he came to and he headed off again.

He brought it all back to Krem's room and sat down on the chest in there to wait for Krem to wake up. He wasn't in a rush, Krem was peaceful asleep, it was nice to enjoy some quiet and the soft sounds of the castle waking.

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[kremdelacreme]

Krem's sleep was dreamless, allowing him to sleep like a brick, on his stomach and snoring like a determined saw through legions of logs. When the sun started to rise though, he started to rise with it, habit reinforced before he'd ever left home.

Just as he had been back then, he was roused by the smell of fresh bread, and he pushed himself up onto his knees with a long yawn, grinding a knuckle into each eye and squinting blearily toward the window that was still missing its glass, then leaning his shoulder against the wall when he caught sight of the shadow of Cole's hat. He yawned again and turned in place, sitting with his back against the stonework, knees pulled up and his arms propped up on top of them.

"How long've you been there?" he asked, waking up little by little, a luxury he could actually afford these days.