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♢ — @bogachs asked: ❛ READ . silently read a book alongside my muse . (from pantalone)

loud & deafening silence prompts: NOT ACCEPTING

It is not so UNFAMILIAR of a scenario that in the depths of night’s umbra, when night was at its darkest, there were at least TWO souls still awake. Sleep was not always easy to come, especially to a man whose mind continued to be INDEFATIGABLE. Sometimes frenzied, sometime slower, but always working and turning. refusing to stop or be silent. Not without EXTERNAL force or even the limits of this flesh being pushed to there MAXIMUM. But the books on hand were INTERESTING. And should the other man fall in sleep’s embrace before HE did, Dottore could continue to read without bothering him. This one had been PARTICULARLY interesting. (A surprise to him considering it had come from PANTALONE’S bookshelf of all places- but every now and again it seemed there was something to hold his attention.)

Despite his investment, red eyes can’t help but to slide to the corner to OBSERVE. It doesn’t matter the amount of times he’s been witness. He still follows the shadow of the candles flickering and the softer glow they cast upon flawless visage, almost giving a WARM appearance to Pantalone. If he were a softer man, perhaps he would have fallen for it wholeheartedly. But he knows there’s blades beneath the softness. It does not change his appreciation of the moment though. To see Pantalone invested in whatever book he was reading this time, that he could see this moment. COMPANY was not something that Dottore had ever been particularly used to for a variety of reasons. Yet it was almost FUNNY how comfortably he’d grown to it these days. To BASK in it like a snake settled in the sun to warm its scales. It was NO LESS DANGEROUS just because it was in the sun, for VENOM did not disappear, but it was an acceptance, an allowance. Perhaps, in truth, it was more an INDULGANCE. For who? Him? Pantalone? Most likely, both. So be it. It was nice. This feeling that swirled in his chest.

He could see the corner of Pantalone’s lips moving towards an all too FAMILIAR smirk. Even if he hadn’t seen Pantalone look up at him, he’d had no doubts that he would be SENSED gazing at the dark-haired male. If it wasn’t that, then the fact he hadn’t turned a single page in a while, lost in the WINDING passageways of his mind. His crimson gaze switched back to his own book with a slight frown to SCAN over the page. Where had he been at? He couldn’t recall. He abandons his own book to set it to the nightstand before his arms slide around Pantalone’s waist as he made himself comfortable. He breathed in the familiar scent of the banker, relaxing into the sheets a fraction of an inch more.

“ What are you reading about? “ Dottore didn’t doubt it would be something DULL to him. But it was the first thing said in a while to break the soft silence that wrapped around them like a blanket. In truth, it was said more for hearing Pantalone’s VOICE rathe than actually caring about the subject matter the other was either learning about for one reason or another, or rare indulgence. Vaguely he was aware of the fact he had actually yawned for the first time in the night, a beast settled to rest.

#bogachs #me almost putting myself to sleep writing this hfjdg #a little rare treat of soft #he is Feeling #and also probably going to fall asleep if Pantalone gives any sort of lengthy explaination #listening listening and then you look down and he is OUT #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )#♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )