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Oddly specific headcanon where you have ADHD and can't sleep because your brain is too loud and Alcina frets over you (not at all my current situation nope never)
It's been hours since you and your beloved vampire retired to bed after a night of reading by the fireplace.
There's no clock in your shared chambers, so you can't tell how long it's been, but you know by the way your eyes are dry and your body trembles that it's been far too long.
After trying several different positions and breathing exercises, you resigned yourself to staring at the ceiling, contenting yourself with listening to Alcina's steady breathing.
At some point, she stirs in her sleep and her eyes flutter open, expecting to see you curled into her.
When she sees you on your back with your eyes wide open, she immediately reaches out and gently touches your arm.
"What is the matter, draga?" She asks, notes of concern mingling with the raso of sleepiness in her voice. "Have you not slept?"
You sigh and shake your head, your brow furrowing in frustration.
With a breathy grunt, Alcina moves, rearranging herself so she's sitting upright in the bed. She reaches over to you and very gently and easily pulls you towards her.
You settle in her lap, leaning into her as frustration, not only at your lack of sleep but also at yourself for feeling as if you've disturbed her, surge through you.
"Talk to me, draga mea. What's the matter?"
You explain that sometimes your brain is too loud. That it's okay during the day, but at night when you need to sleep, sometimes you can't shut it off, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes you just grin and bear the long day following a sleepless night.
Alcina wraps one arm tighter around you, placing her other hand before you. Her claws were slightly extended, and each time you tapped one, it disappeared, only to return. It was a game the two of you played sometimes, particularly when you had been anxious and needed to be grounded.
"I'll stay awake with you, my love, until you sleep," she tells you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"What if I can't sleep?"
"Then neither of us will. We shall sleep when you feel able to." She smiles lovingly at you. "Now, tell me all about that book you're particularly passionate about right now."
Thankfully, your worries about sleep were proven wrong. As you rambled about your current hyperfixation to her, you felt tiredness creep up on you anew.
It was only when you woke up late the next day that you realised that you had both fallen asleep, you still in her lap, her arms wrapped tightly around you.