â™—:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap (for marzia)
Rhys closed the book he had been reading with a faint snap. Then he froze, watching as the weight that had been on his leg - not, for the record, something he’d instigated, or been particularly comfortable with in the first place - stirred slightly. Stirred, but didn’t move...
Inching his way forward, Rhys leaned uncomfortably, trying to see whether the girl was actually asleep, or was just trying to wind him up a little. But after a few minutes, he was forced to concede that she was definitely asleep. He tried to tell himself he should probably be pleased, there weren’t many people that others trusted enough to fall asleep on them, but his stomach was beginning to growl, and his leg was uncomfortable.Â
But ... he smiled. She did look peaceful there. And how often did he see anyone look peaceful these days?
With a soft sigh, he opened the book again and began to read. He’d see how long he could hold out.
