#fahliing

     It’s happened multiple times, Verner. And everyone who knows you knows that you’re prone to do it again. And that applies to anything you do.

     How long had you known him? Years? Decades? You lost count. ‘ Forever ‘ sounded like a more appropriate word, for that’s how it felt. Such a result was... Unforeseen. You never thought that with one of those unpredictable visits of his, when sharp crystalline would roll over your shoulder to stare up at that stupid toothy smile, it would suddenly... Snap into place. You began regarding him differently that day. As more than a familiar face you disliked. An old friend. Your best friend. The strangest, and greatest, thing that has so carelessly wandered into your life. Someone you welcomed into you home. Someone whose calloused fingers became accustomed to the rough pads of your hands. Whose lips you’ve never been so keen on watching as he speak ─ lips which you’ve graciously taken when presented.

         ❝ Alright, I get it. I’ll take it easy.            Put me down, Myles. ❞

ignorance makes it possible to rest at night  |  accepting

                           ❝ Os, it’s late. Go to sleep. ❞

     And it’s true. It was far too late for someone like yourself to be awake, not after spending the night before tinkering into the next day. Yet, you continued to press onward, chasing a line of thought which soon led into a broad idea, and that soon breathed life into another invention... Which, eventually, brought you here, staring down at your sketches and your equations, and all those tapped down leaflets of scribbled notes. Numbers, symbols, equations ─ dead ends and scratched out concepts ─ soon you had a hard time distinguishing one sigil from another. Glasses had long since been discarded, dark circles hung heavily ‘neath exhausted eyes ─ how you managed to function as is was a marvel on it’s own. Then, there was Jacquelyn. Likely equally as tired, likely longing for a friendly touch or conversation, and here she stood. With her leaning her hip against the back of your chair, delicate fingers tracing through your disheveled mess of hair which have begun to unravel from the band that held them in place. A simple touch, from the resident witch ─ a simple touch which drew a gentle colour to your face, if only for a moment.

         ❝ ‘M fine, Jac. Let me finish figuring out the mana            conversions on these blueprints, then I’ll go to bed. ❞

sleep is for the weak, myles  |  accepting

     Again. He’s once again awoken to your lack of presence in bed, and here he’s found you at your desk once again, shuffling through leaflets and packets of papers. All previously neatly tucked in their respective folders, now strewn about your space as if you spent your evening picking them apart in search of particular details. And, let’s be honest. That’s exactly what you were doing. 

         ❝ Remembered I didn’t finish organising some           things, Myles. I won’t be up much longer. ❞

     A lie pressed between pointed ivories, uttered with a heavy breath. It felt more the tired hope to be done than a promise to put aside your duties to join Myles ─ for as nice as that would be, you simply couldn’t leave & let lie any matters ‘til you’ve seen them resolved. It’s certainly a surprise that you hadn’t worked yourself to death, but perhaps you had Myles to thank for that.

         ❝ ... Jac. Are you kidding me right now.           Do you know what time it is? I was trying           to close for the night. ❞