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Man, whatever allergy medicine you took sure as hell knocked you out quickly. It’s almost the middle of the day and you were well rested, but apparently that day the air decided to try and make you miserable. Allergies were a common issue throughout your life so you usually were prepared with your non-drowsy medicine, but your usual store this week ran out of it and you didn’t feel like going somewhere else. Oh well, you’ll have to just use a different brand and pay a few dollars less for the store’s knockoff. Couldn’t be too bad, right?
Another thing that stopped you from going to another store was your boyfriend, Vesper Noir, who at that point was unfortunately reaching the end of his internal social battery and made that known to you (silently). There was nothing special about that particular day. It was just the two of you getting groceries and running other errands, but you can tell from his body language and how he was starting to be very quiet that he was starting to want to leave for the comfort of your shared home. Mag help the poor worker or random person who tried to talk to him earlier, either asking if you both needed help or to give him a compliment. You knew very well that Vesper’s a very handsome man, but thankfully with his stern resting face and your insistence on latching onto him, the person shooed themselves away with a quick apology. Unfortunately this meant you two were emotionally done at this store so you paid for your knockoff allergy medicine and thought nothing of the item. At least until you actually took it about a week later.
Sometimes allergies just happen all of a sudden and today was no exception. Despite being well rested and staying indoors, the familiar sneezing fit reared its ugly head at you. Vesper was busy working so you quickly went into the medicine cabinet and took the new medicine. Nothing new there, no sudden side effects, so far so good. It wasn’t until you decided to read the back of the package that you noticed a note in the warnings section: “drowsiness may occur.” Great. This was the drowsy kind of allergy medicine. But, nothing you couldn’t handle, right? You didn’t have too much to do that day but you did want to help out with cleaning, so surely you could just power through it.
Turns out, you couldn’t. It took about 20 minutes before the effects of the medicine started to fully kick in, and it took 5 minutes of resting on the couch for you to pass out. What’s worse is that it might as well have been a sleep aid given how heavy the drowsiness grabbed onto you. It crept in knowingly, like hands reaching up from the ground and grabbing onto your body, slowing you down until all you could think about was sinking into the floor. Soft, gentle hands holding you tenderly but pulling you deeper and deeper into slumber. One quick nap wouldn’t hurt, right? And you were already comfortable on the couch so why not? All you could feel was the hands sinking you lower and lower into the cushions, pulling at your body as you drifted off into a medicated sleep. Being carried like your body weighted nothing, slowly drifting in an endless sea, the quiet calm of slumber as dreams that don’t make sense come and go. It was a little terrifying being in between sleep and consciousness. You were clearly sleeping but it didn't feel like you were. These thoughts came and went as you kept drifting. All while being cradled in strong arms and the subtle smell of tea and sandalwood with a hint of something spicy; cinnamon maybe?
Wait a minute. You were dreaming. How could you smell something in a dream? You could feel yourself getting carried too, but not with multiple hands. No, you were being lifted. The feeling of the couch cushions wasn’t there anymore and was replaced with strong arms beneath cotton sleeves. Were you lucid dreaming? No, you were still drowsy but you were conscious albeit barely. You decided to peep one eye open despite the hands of drowsiness still being attached to you. That’s when you saw that you were indeed being carried off from the couch, and a familiar striped pattern of a shirt. The smell from earlier could only mean that one other person was the one carrying you, but you couldn’t think about how sweet the scenario was. Everything was moving slowly, but you couldn’t tell if it was the drowsiness or Vesper just moving carefully. However, you could still focus on his nice, almost earthy scent. Maybe that spice was cinnamon, but him being there was a sign to your brain that you were fine after all.
In your stupor it barely registered that he was lowering you down into a bed, the shared bed. The drowsiness hands still had a firm grip on you but you decided to move around a little. You tried to speak but got shushed. All you could make out was something like “It’s me. Get some sleep.” There was something else he had said but you felt yourself sinking again. You tried to say that you wanted him in bed with you or ask what else he said, but he didn’t respond. Your words might’ve been more like unintelligible muttering but at this point you couldn’t bring yourself to care. What you did hear (or at least think you did) was him quietly chuckling. Then something that makes you drift further happened. All it took was a kiss to your temple to make you sink into the mattress. This time, however, you hoped to fall into the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms again.