Bramblepoint culpa

A quick inhale of breath stirred the dark figure into a state of wakefulness. His yellow eyes opened and immediately sought the older man’s.

Learn to wake quickly, he reminded himself and groaned beneath his breath in the effort it took to push himself onto his shoulders.

Germanicus, he spoke thickly. The heat had not left his shape yet and he turned to see the handsome figure of the soldier there, right where he had remembered before dreams had carried him away.