a heavy sleep
your phone screen light lit up your face almost like the sun
reading lines on a white screen- some random story you'd picked up reading, what time was it?
your head titled to the clock on the wall, your stiff body aching on the couch you'd been awkwardly slummed on- 2:07am, Damn- you swear you sat down at only 10pm for a few minutes of reading
taking in a long yawn, your sight returned to the phone screen, the light swallowing you back up in the hazy words while the soft glow of the moon light bled in from the window
it was quite, almost a little to cold for your liking as you drew your knees back into the comfortable yet awkward pose, your spine will kill you for this later but you had no care
the faint snap of two fingers drew your head and eyes up- finding a set of 4 at your eye level, only about a foot away from your face and belonging to the painfully silent 6 foot tall man who hardly looked pleased at you
" Tu aurais dû être au lit il y a des heures. "
his tone was blunt, cold- right to the point, instead your faint little scream and yeet of your phone in his face made that emotionless face title to the side softly
heart beating in your ears it didn't take him long before your frame was no longer on the couch, scooped up like a bride on a wedding day- held in his arms while he walked, posture as best as ever- not even a small faulter of his body while he carried you
The lower set of eyes on his face were fixed onto you, the other looking ahead to lead the batter into what would amount to your bed room, both sets worked apart and together at once, the perfect sight line
He more or less dumped you onto your bed, ripping the blankets up just to set them down peacefully, tucking them on you just under your neck- to which he pat your head twice before . . . Just stand there- staring at you with both sets of eyes under that black cap of his
" . . . are you going to go to sleep as well? "
to that, Batter moved to lay down- ending up on his back, stiff as a plank beside your soft and warm bed- staring up at the ceiling while you peak your head over the side
" you can sleep on the bed- I don't mind "
you try to offer, watching him rise to his feet only to again- lay as stiff as a board across the side of the bed at your feet, his legs hanging off the side- head almost matching if it wasn't for the grace he gave his neck
well- he was on the bed, that's what you wanted- right?
Batter kept his eyes to the ceiling, he was listening- he was on the bed, this was good enough- Right?, he made the mistake of letting that thought spin wild rounds before sleep slowly snatched him into it's gentile hold
only to find a weight pressed into his chest by day light
he'd mistake it for a foe, memory's of fists slamming into his chest snapping his eyes open wide- only to find a far sweeter face just in front of his own
You, blanket inside out and most of your body on Batter's chest- a better sight then the ones he'd be stuck remembering, reason he hardly slept- slowly rising his arm, Batter held you closer as his other hand ran across your head
" tu es un spectacle bien plus doux avec lequel se réveiller "
with that- he shifted his head, planting a small- gentile little peak of a kiss to yours before settling himself back down
Now, a sweet thought to the person reading this
GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP
[ END ]
Tu aurais dû être au lit il y a des heures. = You should have been in bed hours ago. tu es un spectacle bien plus doux avec lequel se réveiller = You are a much sweeter sight to wake up to.
I DON'T SPEAK FRENCH I'M USING A TRANSLATOR AND I KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORT- SHH EDIT, I FUCKED UP AND POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG ACCOUNT
