ArchivedLogs:Daybreak

Daybreak
Dramatis Personae Jax, Steve
In Absentia	2015-12-22 "Oh, boy." (Some time after Yule celebration.)
Location <NYC> Harbor Commons - Courtyard - Lower East Side
The longest night has ended with a pale and only mildly chilly sunrise. Gaming and magic and socializing done, the visitors have departed and the resident revelers turned in for as much sleep as they can get before they must get to their daylight obligations. In the ruins of the gazebo, the fire has burned low but not yet gone out completely. As little light as it's putting out now, the coals at least give off plenty of warmth still. Steve has not moved from his seat on the bench in some time, his shield (a star ringed with concentric bands, in red, gold, and green) on the floor beside him. Someone has brought him a soft rainbow throw blanket to drape over his broad shoulders and around the man resting against his shoulder. His eyes are lifted toward the brightening sky, a faint smile on his face. Jax has been kind of a failure at welcoming back the sun, the long night and his earlier light show draining enough that by the time the Tessiers' ritual began he was fast asleep. As sky lightens he is showing no real signs of waking -- save that the chill in the air is putting a small shiver in him, posture curling in closer to Steve's side and a very tiny grumble of protest catching in his throat as he burrows. More snugly under the blanket, more snugly under Steve's arm, his own shoulders trembling in a passing breeze with his jacket -- unnecessary in the night's earlier blazing bonfire -- still discarded on the bench nearby. Steve looks down at Jax when he shivers. Looks at the embers glowing red amongst the ashes. He reaches -- carefully -- to pick up the jacket and lay it across Jax's shoulders, on top of the blanket. For a moment he just studies the tattoos on the other man's shaven head. His breath catches in his throat, and he breathes out, slow and shaky. "Oh, boy," quietly, to the watery winter dawn.