She’s sitting on the edge of his desk quietly. No, she does not plan to disturb, but she does feel inclined to be a presence.
⠀⠀──── ✶ it's nice & quiet here, with the two of them in Anaxa's study . just them : no other soul to bother them, to interrupt this quiet moment of peace as he looks over the writings of his student papers . Anaxagoras doesn't even realize it when the words start to run together, or when his vision grows so blurred that his eye should slip closed while still sitting up .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * he feels her hand atop his head first . it makes his eye quickly open & allows him to see why Hallen had reached out to him . he's dropped his writing utensil from a lax hand, & in his state, hadn't even heard it clack onto the desk . Anaxa lightly clears his throat ──── sits up a little straighter . there's initial resistance as that gentle hand slips to the side of his face, guiding him over .. but Anaxa soon finds his head resting atop a soft thigh as the Halovian urges him to rest his head in her lap .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i just needed to rest my eyes for a minute .. ❜ he mutters, but his ( singular ) eye grows heavier once more as fingers sweep & tread through pastel green strands, as she winds his long, tied - back hair around her delicate hand . his eye slips closed without realizing once more, & it only takes less than two minutes for the diminished scholar to slip into REM ; breathing lightly from parted, pale lips, as finally he gives in to the glaring need to rest .
