Jan 19, 2020
insomnia l mason & grey
“still up?” greyson asked casually as he spotted his friend awake at this ungodly hour. it was unusual for him to retire so late into the night, too, but he hadn’t been able to put down his work at the infirmary, so here he was. he was wrapping things up, a lone candle keeping his corner lit whereas all the other healers had gone back to the cabins for the night. he fitted his notes on parchment between the pages of an old, self-transcribed book. “insomnia, or just one of those nights?” he smiled softly.
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