the institute is quiet. night had fallen over london, and mark was ready for the day to be over. the fear he’d felt over seeing livvy on the brink of death had exhausted him beyond measure. all he wanted was to lay down in his own bed and go to sleep. he was dreading having to explain to julian what had gone on while he was supposed to be watching the younger kids.
he’d stopped in the kitchen for a glass of milk and was on his way back to his room when he glanced toward the other end of the hall. he wondered what kieran was doing. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t missed him. he had. he was the only one who had treated him kindly in faerie, from the goodness of his heart.
he decided, maybe against his better judgement, to go and see if kieran were still awake. he gave a sharp rap on the door, three in quick succession, before cracking the door open a bit. ❝ you haven’t gone to sleep yet, have you? ❞ // @flamingtowers for kieran !
