❝Very funny,❞ she quips back, though her tone and expression gave away that she found it quite the opposite. Nevertheless, when his office chair is turned, Nyx finds herself a spot on his lap, curling into him as if she was much smaller, and not the same height as her lover. Her temple rests against his shoulder, a sigh ghosting over his neck as her gaze turns up to his, ❝And I don’t mean to make you nervous. You just are so seldom there when I wake, I get worried. What time did you wake up today? Nightmares still bothering you?❞ // @donotserve & continued.













