"Please stay. I don't think I can be alone tonight."
With Google x Author?
All right, warnings for intrusive thoughts, thoughts of self harm, violent impulses and such <3
Sinclair was dripping sweat, eyes darting around wildly as words filled his head. Intrusive passages boring holes in his skull, making him want to tear his hair out.
He hadn’t written a story in a few days, and it was beginning to take its toll, words of malice etched themselves into his skin, making him bleed, and the next time he blinked they were gone. The line between fiction and reality blurred on nights like this.
A slender, clawed hand reached out from the darkness. Sinclair only sat there, waiting to be taken. Hoping for relief. For escape.
Instead, he was met with the gentle hand of Alpha. Their lights illuminating the dark living room with a graceful blue.
“Pl-please…” Sinclair gripped onto Alpha’s shirt with all of his strength. “Please stay. I don’t… I don’t think I can be alone tonight.”
Alpha was the only one Sinclair could be around without risking their life. The only person strong enough to combat him if he got violent.
“Of course, Muse.” Alpha picked up his favorite human easily, kissing his forehead.
Sinclair was tense in their arms, squeezing his eyes shut. His jaw was clenched like it was wired shut, bloodlust permeating his every waking thought.
Alpha set him gently into bed, and he immediately rolled over to scream into his pillow, his ink-stained hands holding the fabric taut in place. Alpha frowned, stroking Sinclair’s hair.
Alpha pulled him up by the scruff of his shirt, wrapping him in a blanket and pulling him into their lap.
“Did.. did you fucking burrito me?” Sinclair asked, indignant.
Alpha has a tinge of mischief to his smile as he nodded. “I’ve heard it works on feral kittens. Why not you?”
The Author grumbled into the blanket, making Alpha laugh. He wasn’t really mad about it, he just liked the sound of Alpha’s amusement.
It was at least helping enough to make him feel like he could breathe again. Sinclair leaned his head against Alpha’s shoulder as they pulled up their laptop onto the bed.
“You don’t mind if I play Minecraft, do you?” Their voice was soft, and their machinery humming was hypnotic.
“Go ahead… But… Blow something up for me.” Sinclair squirmed, getting comfortable.
“Of course. Your vitals are stabilizing. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”
Sinclair shook his head, sighing. “I’ll just have nightmares again.”
“An all-nighter it is.” Alpha kissed Sinclair’s forehead once again, and set to work making a world to detonate for him.
