Post by EIRIK IVERSEN on Jun 19, 2014 12:07:54 GMT -5
It was horrible, he was stuck in a situation with no way out other than this. Lukas had no other choice but to cease his rage now.
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his brother's cheek, letting his lips linger for just a moment so Eirik could enjoy the gentle scent of coffee that always seemed to waft over him in a lazy cloud. Sometimes he wished his pillow smelled like that, and unbeknownst to his brother every few days their pillows would mysteriously switch and Eirik would have a good nights sleep.