#sperora

            --how STUBBORN the sleeping one was turning out to be.                not even his usual COFFEE gave forth to full wakefulness.                the female to lean down && give feathery kisses from jawline to ear lobe                before LAUGHING gently.

All the Little Things || ACCEPTING!

💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early?

Kain couldn’t help it anymore. He had been staring at the white-haired boy for more than a couple minutes and he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

They had been talking and getting to know each other for around three or four hours now, and with how irresistibly cute Klaus was being, the vampire needed to do something to show the other what his intentions were one way or another.

The redhead leaned forward and gently raised Klaus’s chin with his thumb and pointer finger, making him look into his eyes before he finally spoke what had been on his mind for all those hours.

“I really want to kiss you.” 

            “--Promise--”                                                          “I promise--”

           --lately, she was stuck at work so LATE. drunk customers were always the WORST to deal with               or so the bartender THOUGHT.               she was always so exhausted after that she would usually find her way to KLAUS’ house               && sleep on the couch.

                                           it became a normal thing, honestly.

          --this morning, she woke below the warming quilt, SWEATING heavily.             not to mention the ONLY clothing she seemed to find herself in was her dark colored panties.             how like her; to strip in her SLEEP.              the only piece of clothing she managed to grasp from the floor was her large beige sweater. 

                                          it was her favorite sweater, really.

          --a yawn AROSE from her being as she slipped silently into her shirt            && arose from the warmed couch to the chilled air of the home, unembraced by heat.             the routine morning bathroom break             && the splashing of water to her paled features would offer a slight wake up call.             it was at the moment that she remember (&& realized) that this was not her home.             small hands wrapped up around her locks, using the hair tie from her wrist             (that left a reddened imprint upon her skin) tied thick blonde hair to a messy up-do.             stepping quietly through the hall, she rounded the door frame to his room             && to the side of his bed.             a small shake from singular small hand echoed to his form, trying to wake him.

                                             she didn’t want to be rude, seriously.