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Since we’ve discussed Malachi being a very heavy sleeper, and once they get to That Point, they sleep like this which basically means Malachi for a good majority of the night is total deadweight on Lenny. Juxtapose that with Lenore who probably can’t sleep through like, an hour and a half tops without waking up for a few minutes? Anyways now that we’ve got all that written, for the cute shit:
Imagine Lenny being up, not really because of nightmares but because she tends to sleep restlessly these days regardless of what she dreams about, I have this feeling that some nights she’ll just trace his back and whisper to him while he’s sleeping. She tells him stories her father told her, or stories about the Cryptids who were in the Menagerie before him, all said very softly. I have a feeling it eventually helps her get back to sleep, so even cuter with her like gradually drifting off while Malachi is like 100% knocked out and totally asleep.
Since I had a hard time choosing, this is also another one: when Mal and Lenny first started sleeping together, their cuddling always took a couple of tries before they could get comfortable enough to sleep, but Mal’s hair would always get in Lenny’s mouth/tickle her face and it was just. Not a fun time. And I think she liked being the little spoon but also it’s in her nature to Hold people so she wanted to be able to hold him too? So eventually their configurations gave them the sleeping position of the couple in the photo I linked above. And I’m crying.
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Malachi was sent to check on Lenore while she was still recovering from Paris. That’s the first time they saw each other after they first met in Paris; Malachi, still reeling from the loss of his son, believing that he’ll be able to lay low and leave the Menagerie once things calm down, and Lenore, broken and blaming herself for her father’s “death”. She almost couldn’t believe it when she saw him. Even less, when she found out he had showed up to the Menagerie alone.
For days, when Lenny stayed in Emme’s room, it had been Malachi who would come by to check on her, index fingers to wrists, checking pulses and temperatures. She had a weak heartbeat for the first three days; a fever for a week; sometimes, when Mal would come in, she’d think she was dreaming for a second, caught in that disorienting fever-haze. Lenore didn’t need to ask Malachi where his son was. One look at his face, and she knew.
They spent weeks like that, even after Lenore had gotten better: sitting together, not talking much, understanding through shared loss. Malachi is the first person to know Lenny outside of the context of the cage she was raised in. She knows him, too, saw the man he had been with his son, the light in his eyes.
