Cyrus awoke at about noon with a loud yawn. He felt beside him, but his lover was gone. Decided to leave? Cyrus sat up and yawned, stretching. "Should probably make some coffee..." He got up, not even bothering to put clothes on. That was quite a night. His body was still sore. He hadn't had sex like that... even in this lifetime. He hoped he would see his old lover again. Cyrus almost laughed. He had never thought that before about anyone else. Once he got what he wanted, rarely ever did he seek a second interaction.<br/><br/>Love... such a mortal thing. Mortals probably didn't feel love the same way he did; with a perspective of thousands of years. It probably wasn't the same kind of love either. His love for Demitriy was... dark. But warm. With a good dose of lust in there. Before he went to the kitchen, he made a quick stop by the bathroom. Relieved, he made another stop by his nightstand, picking up a bottle of whiskey and taking a generous swig. "Mmm... can't beat this shit." He picked up a joint in the ashtray that he rolled the previous night. His "morning joint." Couldn't start his morning without it. He lit it up, taking a nice, slow hit, holding it in for a bit before exhaling.<br/><br/>"Can't beat<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>shit." He took another hit before walking to the kitchen.