[littl3chocobo]

he did not sleep though this was not unlike a dream, he was still and the other was still and the story he knew/did not know cast it's spell and he figured himself to be someone else in another time in another way. he played at the idea of leaving his book and becoming another one, a kinder one with a middle for it's begining and an end that did not chance as the moments passed. maybe he though, he was sleeping then, but he knew in his heart of hearts that if he slept even for a moment the story would end and dark would be lost or consumed or ejected, any way he would be lost to alexander and with that thought he brought himself fully back into the world. he turned his face so that his chin sat upon the others shoulder. he was rewarded with a moment of a profile beyond beauty, soft lashes on half closed eyes, mouth moving softly along the trajectory of the eyes and a single lock of hair pulled free, this was the face of a Reader. he was almost sad to see the face turned towards him but the Reader was replaced by Dark equally beautiful but in a way that was not so easy to define


(annnnnnnnnd now i have officially fallen for you, shame)