Couldn’t stop thinking about the MC holding Julian in bed until he falls asleep again so here’s a short drabble I might redo/ad to later
And I’m afraid
To sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I’ll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I’m breaking down
She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest as thin rays of sunlight slowly leaked across the floor under the curtain. Akina tried to take in the moment while she could. Everything over the last several days, from the moment Asra left, the events at the palace, her chance reunion with Julian… Everything had a surreal quality, hazy at the edges like a dream. But this? This was real. The earthy, herbal scent of Mazelinka’s small home. The sounds of the city slowly waking up around them. Julian… His warmth, the weight of his body against her, the soft sound of his breathing… He felt real. This felt real.
The doctor stirred in her arms and mumbled something in his sleep, his thick brows knitting together in a pained expression. She wondered if he was having another nightmare, not that he would tell her about it when he woke. Akina brushed the heavy auburn bangs out of his eyes and planted a soft kiss on that furrowed brow. The crease there smoothed and his body relaxed. His left hand lay across his chest and she let her fingers absently trace the mark there, there murderer’s brand she wasn’t even sure she was convinced he’d earned. She wished there was something she could say to ease his troubled heart.
Akina let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes. She laced her fingers with his and let a yawn escape her. She could feel her breathing sync with Julian’s as the first edges of sleep closed in. Whatever questions she had would have to wait. For now, she wanted to just savor this simple, comfortable feeling for as long it would last.
