That was just what Alastor was looking for, that blush of colour in Lotte's face, that thrilling rush of her pulse pounding throughout her entire being, bigger than her shape, bigger than the both of them, the way he could feel it echo throughout the air. His shadow wavered in delighted amusement. His face was etched with it, eyes crinkled with silent laughter, his grin bright.
"You don't know what I'll do," he said, liltingly, as pleased with himself as he'd ever been. But in spite of that, he rolled onto his side and his shadow shifted around him to accommodate it. He tugged one of the pillows down beneath his head and folded his arm under that. What would she do, when he slept? Sit and watch him? Where would she sleep?
And this was why the call of sleep, alluring as it was, was something he wished he could avoid. There was too much still to see while he was out. Perhaps his shadow would stay alert enough to tell him about it, later. Silently, he asked that it would. But it had a mind of its own, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe it was as tired as he was. He could feel it pressing insistently in on him, a comforting weight urging him to give in.
"We'll be fine." He remembered, suddenly, the mundane need to take his glasses off, and he did, setting them at the edge of the mattress, by the pillow. "I don't have much need, even now."
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That was just what Alastor was looking for, that blush of colour in Lotte's face, that thrilling rush of her pulse pounding throughout her entire being, bigger than her shape, bigger than the both of them, the way he could feel it echo throughout the air. His shadow wavered in delighted amusement. His face was etched with it, eyes crinkled with silent laughter, his grin bright.
"You don't know what I'll do," he said, liltingly, as pleased with himself as he'd ever been. But in spite of that, he rolled onto his side and his shadow shifted around him to accommodate it. He tugged one of the pillows down beneath his head and folded his arm under that. What would she do, when he slept? Sit and watch him? Where would she sleep?
And this was why the call of sleep, alluring as it was, was something he wished he could avoid. There was too much still to see while he was out. Perhaps his shadow would stay alert enough to tell him about it, later. Silently, he asked that it would. But it had a mind of its own, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe it was as tired as he was. He could feel it pressing insistently in on him, a comforting weight urging him to give in.
"We'll be fine." He remembered, suddenly, the mundane need to take his glasses off, and he did, setting them at the edge of the mattress, by the pillow. "I don't have much need, even now."