Literature
Morning Sun
The morning sun was streaming in through a gap in the velvet curtains, a line of light illuminating the otherwise dark room. It was a sign of the new day, a promise of greater things to come, a gentle beacon beckoning to the awakening populace. Dorian hated it with a passion. He wanted to stay asleep, thank you very much, and that sword of heat falling onto his back and warming his skin to unbearable temperatures was ruining it all. He rolled over with a small groan and while it brought relief to his poor back now his chest was prickling from its new sun treatment. There was an answering groan next to him and an arm was thrown across his waist, and this time the heat was delicious and the weight comforting. “What are you doing? Go back to sleep,” Alexius’s sleepy voice mumbled at him from the tangle of sheets wrapped over his body. He turned to look at the magister, a smile on his lips as he took in the sight. He was silent for so long that Alexius opened an eye and peered at him