champagne supernova

<div align=center>William relaxed a little and let his shoulders drop, a wave of sudden exhaustion washed over him, and he suddenly felt incredibly slow, like he'd stayed up too late. In truth, he probably had stayed up far too late, which was why he felt like this now. He liked the feeling of Micheal's wings, they made him feel safe and warm, the sensation made him smile, a genuine smile this time. He got the subconscious feeling that he might be falling asleep, he had a feeling Micheal might be too, he wondered just how long he hadn't slept for, he felt a little sorry him, and couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't slept all that much recently.

William seldom struggled to sleep, unless there was a lot on his mind, at current, he felt okay, he wasn't feeling particularly weighed down by anything, well except for one thing but he generally decided to push it back, it was something to be thought about another day, it couldn't be sorted out now anyway. He felt his grip on the other boy loosen, not intentionally, he was just feeling floppy and sleepy. William stifled a yawn against Micheal, thanking him softly for his comfort. "You are tired."</div>

<div align=center>"You can.. Go to sleep.. If you want.." Bill mumbled softly, half asleep himself. He liked that sensation, he was a feeling of complete relaxation, and William seldom felt like that unless he was sleeping, or in the bath. He liked baths almost as much as he liked sleep. He coughed a little, Bill thought he was getting sick, he wasn't prepared enough for the cold as he would have liked, he wanted to go and buy more things to keep him warm, but he was more or less broke at the moment, he could barely afford important things, letalone anything else.

His breathing had slowed, and he got the feeling he was going to fall asleep very soon, Bill tended to fall asleep fast, but he wasn't a very deep sleeper, little things woke him up, his father had snored back at home, and would often keep him away for nights on end. It was nice to have a little peace and quiet for once, Micheal was quiet. His mother had always said she didn't mind his dad's snoring, when he'd asked why she had told him it reminded her that he was there, he didn't understand that, since she must have got annoyed by it when she really wanted to sleep, she'd said she didn't.</div>

<div align=center>It took a matter of minutes for William to drift off again, he had curled up against Micheal, and grabbed a handful of the duvet, he liked to hold onto something when he was asleep, it didn't really matter what it was. His breathing was soft, it was easy to understand why Micheal thought he was so mouse-like of current, he seemed too frail and quiet to be anything else. Most would have assumed he was around fifteen, the only thing that said any difference was his height. William was mostly leg and hip, his figure was feminine to say the least, only missing some vital aspects...

He didn't dream this time, and he was thankful for it, most of his dreams wore him out, which just made him want to sleep even more. He'd gone to bed far too late and woken up far too early, he most likely needed this. It wasn't really predictable when Bill would wake up, he usually slept for hours at a time, and since Micheal was as exhausted as he was (probably moreso) he would probably sleep for quite a while. It wasn't fair to call William lazy, he was just sleepy, his mother had always told him it was because his diet was poor, and she was probably right.</div>

<div align=center>William groaned softly, and struggled a little when Micheal pulled him closer, half forgetting he was there and half feeling a little squashed. It took a moment or two for his eyes to flicker open, though he was confused when it was still dark, his brow furrowed, he pushed the covers from his head. He was feeling slow, and fuzzy, he didn't know what had woken him up, but he got the sense that it had woken Micheal, too. He mumbled something under his breath and yawned loudly, arching his back in a small stretch. "What's going on?" He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled against the covers.

He shifted position, getting a mouthful of the feathers of one of Micheal's wings, he coughed, and spat the mouthful out again, struggling out of the boy's grip and sitting up, "I was having such a good nap," he grumbled, rubbing his eyes and frowning, he fell backwards a moment later, and curled up against him again, "I'm so warm." He sighed lightly, realizing that someone was at the door, knocking had woken him up, he wondered who it was, and who would answer it. He for one, was incredibly comfortable, he pushed at Micheal's chest softly, "answer that?"</div>