Brutus held onto Cassius. "At least you think not. She is—for lack of a better word—a harlot." He sat up, moving close to Cassius. "I just need to sit up, that's all. But you, dear Cass, are drunk and need to sleep it off. Not I. I'll still be here, clearing my mind slowly." He squeezed his eyes closed and blinked them open a couple of times.
" darling Brutus, I love you " he said and yawned quite largely
Afterwards he slowly fell asleep, not being Le to wait if Brutus said it back or not
Brutus watched Cassius fall asleep, Brutus felt the lull of sleep. He stared into oblivion. "I do too, my dear Cass. I just never liked to realize it after Pompey." He muttered to himself before laying back down. He held Cassius' hand and eased himself to sleep, hoping tomorrow will not end in turmoil such as today's end.
Cassius naturally curled up to Brutus,
Cassius was up before the sunrise. On his way to spar with Caesar as he did every morning. ( Kinda feel like Cassius should be like 'accedentially' hurt, and then Caesar tries to tell Cassius about the soothsayers vision )
(Do as you wish. Sound like a nice idea)
Brutus woke up without Cassius by his side. He put his hand to his temple, shaking his head. He slipped out of the bed, knowing Cassius liked to battle Caesar. Brutus would have murdered Caesar by now. He waddled into Cassius' wine cellar and grabbed a wine to drink. He poured himself a glass and sat down at the table, sipping on the glass early in the morning.
Cassius walked to Caesars gardens " ready for the spar oh great Caesar?" Cassius drew his sword and took a Darring stance
Caesar glared at Cassius, turning around and gesturing for him to make the first mark. “Do show you’re not a coward in a fight. Make your first move.” He clenched his jaw. “What’s taking so long, Preator?” He mocked Cassius.
Cassius growled under his breath and rushed Caesar. While his body was fighting his mind was on other things. Brutus, cuddles, the warm cider he had at home. He wanted this battle over quickly
Caesar parried the attack and snorted. He looked at Crocea Mors, his sword. He looked up at Cassius and smirked. He went for the boys upper arm. Caesar had no intention of killing him, but to injure him. “You know, the soothsayer told me to beware the Ideas of March. Any knowledge on why?”
" no not what so ever my lord" he said, he felt the sting of blade on skin and whimpered a bit. Drawing back but holding up a blockaid to any attacks
“How curious.” Caesar watched Cassius’ wound well up with blood. “I think that is enough for one day, boy. Run back and care for your little gash.” Caesar flicked his hand, dismissing Cassius all together. He sheathed his sword, watching Cassius.
Cassius muttered something under his breath, throwing the dull sword down and racing back home. The 'gash' was much deeper and would probably need a few stitches. He only hoped Brutus didn't notice
Brutus was still sat at the table, now slightly intoxicated. Early in the morning. Good going Brutus. He hear Cassius enter the door. “Hi…” His face was flushed from the wine. “How-how.. Did you win?” He changed his words. They were slurred and he look at Cassius. He smiled. “Ha-hand…” he paused in the middle of the word. “…some.”
Cassius looked over at Brutus and gave a gentle smile " he called a truce." He said. The warm liquid dripped through his fingers as he went to find messala
Brutus hiccoughed. He held an empty glass in his hand. He had gotten himself drunk to erase the pain of last night. “Did-did he?” He tilted his head as he saw Cassius’ arm. “Cass, he-he hurt you!” He stood, stumbling around. He was now the baby deer. “I-I… he’s going to get my..” Brutus paused, confusing himself. “My fist!”
" darling… I'm fine, you should sit.. or even lay down. Ill join you momentarily" he said, patching his arm.
Cassius hissed in pain as he stitched his arm, tears pricking in his eyes
Brutus made a face at Cassius. “You’re not fine. H..he ruined your perfect skin!” He stumbled around the dining room. Trying to follow Cassius. He eventually stumbled and fell. “I—I didn’t need to…” He grimaced. “…sit down.” He pulled himself up to the table, laying down on his side. It was common for most to eat while laying on their side, but Brutus found he nearly choked every time.
Cassius wrapped his arm and went back to Brutus, " then let's lay and I'll lay with you " he said and offered his hand to Brutus.
Brutus looked at Cassius and studied him for a good minute. He feebly waved out a hand and grabbed Cassius’. He sat himself up, sliding of the bench. His legs were unstable and he could barley walk without sway. “I-I-You are sooo sweet.” He slurred. “Bed…that—er— sounds nice. My head…” he paused. “…hurts.” Brutus put a hand to his temple.
Cassius sighed, leaning up and kissing Brutus temple, " let's get you laid down " once he got Brutus in bed Cassius stripped his armor and crawled into bed with Brutus, curling into the man's chest for cuddles
Brutus flushed a bit from the kiss, but the flush from the wine covered it up. “I…I don’t thing…I don’t… I don’t need to be laid down.” He mumbled while being lead back to the bedroom. Once he was laid down, he closed his eyes. Maybe drinking wine early wasn’t the best for him. Brutus reached out and clung to Cassius. Brutus was drunk off his mind.
Cassius smiled softly " try and sleep my Brutus" he said,
Cassius ran his fingers in Brutus hair to try and ease him into sleep. " God you are way more cuddly when you are drunk, it's almost funny.."
Brutus let out a little whine of protest. “I-I… Brutus.. does not need—more sleep.” His head rolled as he tried to stabilize himself when he sat up. “The great Brutus…is not cuddly.” He collapsed back down the the bed. He curled up to Cassius. “It’s… not funny.” Brutus closed his eyes, nodding off slowly. “I…am not cuddle.” Those were his last words before he fell asleep.
" good sleep. my Brutus. " He whispered before pulling the blankets up napping with the other man.
Messala walked around cleaning the house, which made Cassius stir every so often
Brutus didn't stay asleep for long. He stirred, clinging onto Cassius, and whined softly. He looked at Cassius' face, whispering, "My dreams won't let me sleep." At least his speech was coherent again, but he felt unwell. It was like waking up with a stuffy nose. He moved to hug his dear Cassius to help comfort him, maybe that would soothe his mind. "I don't know…I don't know what I was thinking, Cass." Brutus was definitely still dealing with the effects of the alcohol, but it wasn't as bad when he first laid down.