Falls asleep atop his work books. It is the perfect time for some face painting. After all, he's too exhausted to be waking up any time soon....//go Sebs go hahahaha!
A pitiful sight. And, of course just the sort of sight to welcome him upon his returning. Ayperos breathes a sighing quite heavily, though, not too greatly to find fault with him. After all, it is far from a first, far from the last. Stubborn humanity still encroaches the Vampire’s heart (just as he himself intends to). Lifting the inconsequential weight of him into arms and resigning the younger to some more proper placing between pillows and covers and softer welcoming does he loiter above, chooses to cut the face of his own thumb for the Vampire’s forehead. A marking that is not a marking at all but, rather something to slip and sink into skin, absorbed, so that he may keep his scent.
And thus... no creature without a wish for damnation may touch a single hair coveting his scalp.