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-=Hours Later=-
From a deep and shockingly refreshing sleep the Keeper awoke, though still, he found himself unable to dream. Regardless he was no longer crying, that was better than anything in his mind. As he climbed out of bed and went into the kitchen where his ghostly companions sat, it had come to his attention the Listener had returned home. With much joy, the imperial dashed up the stairs, across the bridge, and down the spiral stairs. Bells jingled and boot heels clicked throughout the ancient halls as he ran, though toned down as he approached the bedroom, just in case the Bosmer was still asleep.
Walking into the bedroom Cicero knelt down beside to see the sleeping face of his lover, a gloved hand slowly reached out and began to caress his cheek, his thumb tracing the sharp elven cheekbone and slowly running down to the jaw. The soft touches and warmth from another body caused Kolvar to stir, his faintly glowing eyes opening to meet the bi-colored ones before him and a smile crossing his tired lips. With one swift movement, the Jester moved into the bed and lay beside Kolvar, a hand peeling away the furs from Kolvar's head with the intentions of burying in the long white hair-
Cicero seemed taken aback by the change in appearance, removing his gloves he ran his fingers into the short flippy locks, twisting and combing through each of the small curls. The Listener had tried to explain the reasoning behind this sudden change, though it had later come to his attention not one drop of Cicero's was on his words so he decided to simply be quiet. The jester was in awe of this change for memories of old came flooding back, this caused him to tear up some.
"It brings Cicero back... Back to when we first met, When you had been named the Grand Champion, and I the star-struck fan..." A hand went to rest upon one of Kolvar's warm cheeks, "I remember... Chasing you down, slicing your shoulder and leaving that nasty scar... But then, I found out you were a part of the brotherhood and became so very angry heh- Yet somehow Vicente got us to talk and we went from there." The jester leaned in and gave Kolvar's lips a gentle peck, smiling his usual dopey smile.
"I remember our first kiss, when we first came close to being... Intimate." Cicero chuckled softly as Kolvar's face began to heat up, but even Kolvar could not help but laugh at that statement a little. One of the elf's warm gloved hands reached to touch Cicero's slightly caved in cheeks, "Do you remember when we put our amulets of Mara together, Marcus?" He questioned the man softly, "Oh, of course, that is something Cicero will never forget!" Cicero replied with the brightest of smiles.
The bosmer smiled as he gently urged Cicero into a real kiss, his arms snaking around his neck as he did so. Grinning into the kiss Cicero held Kolvar's waist and pulled the smaller's body onto his for he wanted to be even closer, "Cicero has missed this, my Listener..." He hummed against the other's lips, hugging his leather clad body tightly and pecking his lips a few times before resting his head atop the pillows. The Keeper looked upon his Listener as if he were a work of art, and Kolvar seemed to be doing the same, sinking into his old habits of counting each little freckle that dotted Cicero's face.
This was truly one of the more peaceful moments, and as such, the two ended up drifting off in each other's arms. Neither felt the stress of the outside world, for both felt safe knowing they were together at last.