It was the singing tune of the morning birds that awoken the slumbering Moulin. Slowly, his lashes fluttered open. He took in the gentleness of the morning light and the scent of fresh flowers in the air. It was soothing and compelling. He wanted to be lost within the sensation forever.
However, he couldn't.
The shuffling of the sheets could be heard, and a delicate pink-toed foot emerged from the covers. Moulin sat up from the bed, and his lazy eyes turned to stare at the fascinating view from beyond the windows which faced the bed. The canopy was drawn apart and elegantly tied.
Silently, he watched. Silver eyes deep and unfeeling.
Yesterday, he wallowed in distress. Moulin remembered Hadrian had come for him. Like a child, seeking comfort, Moulin craved Hadrian's warmth. Being embraced by the man made him release all the sadness in his heart. They held that position until sleep overcame Moulin.
