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Send 💙 to put a blanket on my muse
William had felt cold, he knew he went well past his curfew, his personal curfew, and continued to read his novels. Novels that were placed on the side while he tried to rest before continuing, luckily it was their day off, so no worry about what he did in his free time.
He shivered as the wind came in from his open window, and although he had every intention of shutting it close, sleep was clinging to him and not wanting to let him go.
A sudden warmth wraps around him and he musters enough strength to open his eyes, emerald meeting sky blue and he gives a small smile while muttering a quiet, “Thank you Sytry.” Now he could continue to rest without having to freeze to death, and hopefully in the morning they can both enjoy a nice sweet breakfast.
