@girlmoons ･SLEEP : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave . 𖦹 usagi ⥂ mamoru . ᶠʳᵒᵐ , prompt .
there's a scent to her neatly tied hair, like flowers, sugar .. always familiar in the softest corners of a mind as whittled sharp as mamoru's, warm where the ends of her twintails coiled in sun colored waves , sweet ﹠. gentle as a rose . he'd know it tangled in a stray breeze, recognize it when it'd linger faint on his pillowcase — and felt it now, tickling against his cheek . tugging away at his focus in place of usagi's own conscious whims. every facet to her, whether lively with wide blinking eyes or the quiet of her sleepy exhales whispering against his sweater sleeve, a call to guide mamoru's gaze sideways even as his book's pages fluttered without a bookmarker, losing his place. an amused noise fluttered in a sigh after some time of quiet examination, fond exasperation for all the blank spaces in coursework that'd slid off her lap and fluttered to the floor, a pen decorated with a pompom on one end still loosely clutched between her fingers. " so heavy headed, " he murmured, but how gently the words tumbled into the warm quiet, hardly enough breath sacrificed to ruffle her bangs ; to disturb her at all.
quiet, a hand was careful in brushing aside a strand where it swayed, tucking behind her ear only to linger for a moment longer. yes, heavy was the head holding up the weight of stars, dust, everything that tangled in between . there would never be a void of choice where she might like to rest, so many places with so many souls far stronger than his that'd burst with the joy of such beautiful responsibility — but here, she chose here. him. his. a touch to her warm cheek almost overwhelmed in the weight of wandering consideration, and he reached instead to loop an arm around her. for as long as she liked, then .. ( he'd coach her on that overdue coursework after . )
