When you blink awake, the first thing you notice is his light: on. Again.
It’s spilling from the cracks of his office door, and although it wouldn’t usually be so noticeable, it is now, especially because the golden warmth of his candlelight so contrasts the chill of silver moonlight that floods his room—your room.
You’re already pulling the thin blanket off yourself as you wonder, How long has he been awake? Has he been drinking water? Has he eaten? How much work has he been given this time?
After a few moments of stumbling your way towards his door, you manage to clasp the brass handle. With a twist and push, there he is: your lover, nodding off over a stack of reports.
You’re squinting a little bit as you move towards him, a hand up in front of your eyes to ease the adjustment from near-total darkness to a well lit room. He hears you, you know, because the moment you’re within arm’s reach he twists in his chair to face the side.
You step forward one more time, now close enough to see the drooping eyelids of your barely-awake lover as he looks up at you, before you finally speak.
“Cyno,” you say softly, “come to bed. How long’ve you been working, lovely?”
“As soon as I finish this,” he mumbles, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes. He ignores your last question—well, ignores or he just hasn’t heard it at all. Your lips pull into a frown again.
“Your paperwork isn’t going anywhere, you know.” You reach forward and cup his face, thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheek. Cyno turns and presses a kiss to your palm, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
“The paperwork won’t, but they—the people that—the—”
“The rule breakers? The plagiarizers?”
“Yes.” He sighs, leaning further into your hand. You shake your head and watch as he tries to keep awake. “Them. Those people. Those… those scoundrels.”
Despite your best efforts, you huff a laugh. “Scoundrels? You’re sounding a lot like that old lady back at the market now, Cyno.” He sighs again when you brush the hair from his face; you tuck it behind his ear with a feather-light touch. “Look, see? Maybe you’re a changeling, lovely. You really are turning into her. You’ve got the hair to match, too.”
“M’not old,” he grumbles. “You are.”
“Never called you old.”
“Shuddup.”
Your grin fades into a small smile when he sinks even further into you; you’ve moved to stand between his legs so he doesn’t fall flat on his office floor. Hands having left their places on his cheeks, now they card through his hair, pushing it from his face as he rests his head against your stomach.
“Cyno,” you say gently, “come to bed.”
You just barely manage to make out the words he says into your stomach: “Jus’ one… one more. One last.”
“You can barely keep awake, lovely.”
Cyno shakes his head weakly. You narrow your eyes. His actions don’t seem to match up with his words: even as he says he doesn’t want to, he nuzzles into the warmth of your body, fingers tracing circles on your knees.
When your hands still in his hair, he whines.
“In the morning, who do you think’s gonna have to deal with all the little mistakes on your reports just because you chose to keep pushing yourself?” He mumbles something against you that, this time, you can’t quite make out. Either way, you say, “That’s right, lovely. It’ll be you.”
You start running your fingers through his hair again, and now Cyno melts, giving in. His entire upper body’s slumped against you and so, afraid of him falling asleep on you completely, you push him back gently and pull a hand from his hair to cradle his jaw, tilting his head upwards a little so he can look at you properly.
“So, what about now?” you hum. Your lover blinks up at you, sleepy-eyed. “You feel like coming to bed?”
A moment before Cyno murmurs, “M’kay.”
You smile, thumbing his cheek again. “M’kay. D’you mind standing up for me then, lovely? Just ’til we get to the bed.”
He answers with a push of his body away from yours, hands braced on the edge of his work desk so he can stand properly like you’ve asked him to. Your arms hover over his sides, at which he sends you a look.
“M’not that sleepy,” are the words that accompany said look, which make you raise your eyebrows.
“Sure, lovely,” you say, guiding him towards the door, hands hovering over his sides. Like you only a few minutes ago, he stumbles his way into your bedroom. Two or three times you have to steady him by the shoulders because he keeps tripping over his own feet.
Finally, you reach the bed. Cyno crashes into it, letting out a satisfied hum as the comfort wraps ’round his aching body. You smile, climb in after him, and pull the blanket over you both.
It’s immediate, the way he reaches for you. Cyno’s weight drapes over your body, and at last, your lover settles against you, face tucked into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped fast around your waist. Your own hands have returned to his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. You sigh when you feel him press his lips to your skin: once, twice, and a third time. I love you, these sleepy kisses mean. He does it again. I love you.
“Love you too, Cyno,” you mumble into his hair. “Sweet dreams, lovely.”
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💚💜Happy Birthday to one of the most interesting characters in Rain Code: Vivia Twilight💜💚
For his birthday today, I made a little poem bc Vivia is a poetry man (and I am a writer, so this is perfect for me to do!).
Each day, new life comes forth
A start of something new
Whether in paradise or hell
Fate decides for you.
The day gifts you with the gift of screams
Everyday, every souls haunt you.
Everyday, death awaits you in your life.
Until it is more familiar than Life itself.
Life is supposed to be alive
Noise of the world around you
Presence of those around you
Yet they were never welcoming
In Death nor in Life
Until darkness comes
With the loudest screams you could hear
Yet here it will be
Where Life can finally take place
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When the hero of Dream Land walked among the wasteland of his planet devoid of life, his own loneliness led to his insanity. Wished for a controlled world of dreams, he continued to live until he became an empty shell of the bright hero.
"Welcome to my Dream Land."
He greeted the travelling Wizard of the Night.
Kirby Fake Dreams AU
Inspired by Coraline and Alice in Wonderland (the story and the vocaloid song).
I'm not late for Halloween art, I swear (I don't celebrate halloween here so-)
It's a shame I haven't finished this one-shot so here's the supposed poster for that one-shot of this AU. It's actually based on 'Cigarette Duet' song, the story follows Kirby through his stages of grief of losing everyone in one fatal mistake which lead to his insanity. He wished for a world based on his dreams which he can control. Understandably, his memory began to fail. Desperate to cling to the memories of his friends, he pulled other alternate universe of his friends to live in his dreams forever just so he won't feel so lonely.
Kirby here has been promoted to be the Sole Ruler of 'Dream Land'. Wearing the accessories of his friends that he sewn together, he ruled the land with happiness and love. He truly loved his subjects that he deemed as his friends. The only important rule in this kingdom is to follow your roles
Never go against the script that has been given to you
Those he punished will never come back.
( I'm near my exam period and was bombarded with assignment deadlines so a lot of my current work has to be stopped for a moment to focus more on my academics. Not fun. November is not my favourite month. )
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