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"Fuck.."
Darius awoke from the soft sound of a distant voice. A voice that belonged to Raine. He groaned before swinging his legs off of the bed and standing up. The bard shouldn't be up at this time. It's awfully late and--
"Titan damn it."
There they go again. What were they even doing? Darius exited his bedroom and found Raine sitting at a rather low table with papers and scrolls scattered across the wooden surface. Their appearance wasn't pleasant; dark circles under their eyes, hair ruffled and messy (most likely because of them pulling at it), clothes wrinkled.. A lesser man would cringe at the sight of them.
"Hey. What are you doing up?" Darius asks, voice raspy from just waking up from his ruined sleep for tonight. The sound of Darius's unexpected voice echoed in the dead-silent room, causing Raine to jolt up. "Oh. Hey," they respond. "Just going over the plans for the day of unity.. changing the plans.. going over them again.. changing the pla-.." the bard cuts themself off as they trail off, Darius cocking an eyebrow at them. "I'm just.. making sure the plans are perfect."
"Uh huh."
"It's true-! I am!"
"Alright, alright. I believe you. You're the type of person to stay up at three in the morning to go over 'plans.'"
"Actually, it's two at the moment."
"Same thing."
Raine rolls their eyes and continues writing something down in a scroll, Darius walking over to them from behind to get a closer look. Their handwriting changed about five times in the last four hours. How does that even happen? Darius observes them as they crumple up a piece of paper in frustration and throw it aside in a massive pile of paper that someone could hide in and never be found.
"How about you get some sleep? You can get rest and start fresh tomorrow. How does that sound, hm?"
The mint-haired witch would protest against the idea if only the man behind them hadn't started massaging their shoulders, working out the tight knots in them. The surprising massage caused them to groan faintly and take a deep breath. A whine escaped their lips as Darius took his hands off of them and behind his back. Seeing the bard dissapointed from the lack of affection gets a small chuckle out of him. "How about this; you can go to bed with me. I get the satisfaction of seeing you sleep, and you'll get all the affection you desire tonight."
Not even a second after he proposed the idea, their ears perk up and they turn around to face the man. "Really?"
"Would I lie to you?"
It takes a moment of consideration, but the small witch nods, trying to hide their wide grin and failing amusingly. They shoot up from the cushion they were sitting on and stumbles into Darius's chest. Horrible time for their legs to cramp, they must say. An arm wraps around their hips as the taller witch leads them to his bedroom.
Darius settles into the comfortable sheets of the bed and pats a spot beside him, signaling for Raine to lay down beside him. They follow suit, laying down a little awkwardly beside him before he pulls them in by the waist so that their hips are against his stomach. They can get used to this. The abomination witch burries his face into the crook of their neck as they relax into him, breathing slowly.
Their synchronizing breaths and heart beats were like a calm melody that only the two can share in each other's presence. Raine tried to savor the moment as they know it won't last long and they probably can't do this again after the day of unity, if there even is an 'after.' They put their thoughts aside and focused on the present, slowly closing their eyes and relaxing, soon falling asleep.