[ He almost gets into bed but then remembers something, standing and picking up he cloak. Not too damp. He tosses it on top of Sypha who, as always, immediately reacts in her sleep to cocoon herself in the thing.
It’s his new favourite part of the day, watching her do that, and worth giving up the extra warmth for.
He doesn’t sleep soundly, never does sober, jerking awake at every one of the castle’s creaks and groans. One hand at a knife before his eyes open properly. Eventually, as always, this happens close enough to morning that he decides fuck it, sleeping is over.
The castle doesn’t have running water, not yet, but Sypha heats water for them to do their respective morning rituals. Trevor’s doesn’t really involve the water so much, beyond splashing it onto his face. ]
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[ He almost gets into bed but then remembers something, standing and picking up he cloak. Not too damp. He tosses it on top of Sypha who, as always, immediately reacts in her sleep to cocoon herself in the thing.
It’s his new favourite part of the day, watching her do that, and worth giving up the extra warmth for.
He doesn’t sleep soundly, never does sober, jerking awake at every one of the castle’s creaks and groans. One hand at a knife before his eyes open properly. Eventually, as always, this happens close enough to morning that he decides fuck it, sleeping is over.
The castle doesn’t have running water, not yet, but Sypha heats water for them to do their respective morning rituals. Trevor’s doesn’t really involve the water so much, beyond splashing it onto his face. ]
Ready to head back into the cottage?