[So many layers. Even without the jacket, which he's hung up in their closet there's still several pieces to remove.
He can hear her moving around as he fusses with pulling his own nightwear out of his case. His gaze, however, is respectfully averted. She's in her night clothes, after all. By the time he returns from changing himself she'll be all covered up with the blankets and they can remain as close to their proprieties as possible.
This is very difficult, he has decided. Never in all his many years did he ever think his virtues would be challenged in such a way. They have many weeks to spend together and this will be a situation that will only be harder to deal with as the fondness and affection grow.
He's going to have to go to church and do an actual confessional upon his return to London.
As it's pointless to fret about it now he takes his turn in their bathroom, changing and washing up as needed. Nightgowns, for men at least, have fallen out of fashion so he has a nice loose shirt in an appropriate dark color with matching bottoms. It didn't make sense to put on his robe when the bed is such a short walk but...
This all just seems painfully intimate already.
Upon exiting, Barok turns off the few lights that were already on, leaving the room in a preferable dimness, lit only by the lamps by their bedside table.
All he has to do is get in bed with her. That's it. Simple. Easy.]
Are you still quite certain? [He presses a hand to his side of the bed, still made up and awaiting him. But... she's had some time to think about it. Perhaps she's changed her mind as the moment grew ever closer?]
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[So many layers. Even without the jacket, which he's hung up in their closet there's still several pieces to remove.
He can hear her moving around as he fusses with pulling his own nightwear out of his case. His gaze, however, is respectfully averted. She's in her night clothes, after all. By the time he returns from changing himself she'll be all covered up with the blankets and they can remain as close to their proprieties as possible.
This is very difficult, he has decided. Never in all his many years did he ever think his virtues would be challenged in such a way. They have many weeks to spend together and this will be a situation that will only be harder to deal with as the fondness and affection grow.
He's going to have to go to church and do an actual confessional upon his return to London.
As it's pointless to fret about it now he takes his turn in their bathroom, changing and washing up as needed. Nightgowns, for men at least, have fallen out of fashion so he has a nice loose shirt in an appropriate dark color with matching bottoms. It didn't make sense to put on his robe when the bed is such a short walk but...
This all just seems painfully intimate already.
Upon exiting, Barok turns off the few lights that were already on, leaving the room in a preferable dimness, lit only by the lamps by their bedside table.
All he has to do is get in bed with her. That's it. Simple. Easy.]
Are you still quite certain? [He presses a hand to his side of the bed, still made up and awaiting him. But... she's had some time to think about it. Perhaps she's changed her mind as the moment grew ever closer?]