#grimlyt

could always go for some hanzo or genji ones

           3:36AM, read the clock in bold blue letters by her bedside. it served as a reminder of the time spent on her work— time she should have spent resting instead of working herself to the inevitability of falling asleep, her research left mid-sentence on the screen of her laptop. her supply of coffee had run dry less than an hour ago, now— the clicking of the keys the one thing keeping her awake.

           he must’ve crept in while her tired eyes were locked on the screen, too engrossed in her work to pay attention to the outside world. or— &. more likely— she just hadn’t noticed his entrance, a victim to an involuntary power nap caused by ‘resting her eyes’. it might’ve been an excuse, but it worked sometimes— only, usually it worked against her.

           between the arms lazily draped off of her shoulders from behind, the purring in her ear, &. the feeling of his nose along her cheek, she’s not sure which is more distracting— &. soothing. it’s okay, he almost seems to tell her through touch alone, you’ve done enough for one day.

           she almost wants to continue, finish one last thing before giving in for the night— but her hand lifts instead to the side of his head, fingers combing through his hair with a relaxed sigh, her eyes drifting shut. for now, the silence is threatened only by the sound of his purring, but in time, her soft laugh breaks it.