- around 8pm every evening he seeks you wherever you are around the house to make you a herbal tea
-“lovely, would you care for a cup of herbal?”
- usually you’re reading, he’ll sit on the closest chair or surface and admire your reactions
- whenever he interrupts or remarks he gestures exaggeratedly with his hands sometimes exclamations with all four limbs
- he will pick up your mug to clean it giving you a reassuring smile as he slinks his way to the sink
-you’re usually the first in bed waiting for him to stop fiddling with objects around the bedroom
-every evening he plays an album usually soft Bowie tunes or Sinatra
-he worries about you getting cold
-“are you comfortable darling? I can get your more blankets or pillows?”
-he’s giddy to get in bed and is eager to be near you
-he almost always trips over books and clothes he leaves close to the bed
-“hmmm, we really should get someone to do something about that” he chuckles
-you pull the covers up to your neck to get comfortable
-he places his hands over yours and tangles your legs together to get comfortable
-you yawn and nod sleeply- you’re always tired
-he waves his hands towards the lamp switching it off
-however he leaves the hallway light on because you’re scared of the dark
-a soft hum engulfs the room and he admires your figure in the glowing light
-he listens to your rhythmic breathing trying to match yours
- he waits patiently for sleep to come to you before feeling comfortable enough to close his eyes
-not before a final kiss to your temple
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-you always wake up first but you don’t have to be quiet he’s a heavy sleeper
-now it’s your turn to trip over items on the floor moving your way towards the bathroom
-he stirs sleeply but nut never an attempt to rise
-you have to wake him up, he’s useless at getting himself up
-you wake him with peppered kisses over his face and chest
-“gracious glorious morning to you too”
-he’s so so SO happy to see you everyday
-you hold his hand and pull him upright
-“come on mister auntie is making breakfast,it smells so good”
-he leaps like a cat across the room and sleeply rubs his eyes
-“sleepyhead misses his bed?..already?”
-he scoops you into a hug tightly swaying from side to side
-“hmmm, not as much as I miss you”
-“you are holding me,idiot”
-he shrugs and hugs you tighter pulling you towards the stairs
-“And what type forbidden spell shall we perform on this satan blessed day?”
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romaincrisis
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