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The room was dimly lit, the curtains undrawn, allowing a kaleidoscope of colors to bathe Alastor’s face. He had seemingly settled on the couch hours ago, one hand supporting his chin while his ankle rested gracefully on his opposite knee. Waiting, perhaps. And there was Vark, sprawled across most of the sofa, reclining placidly with his head nestled in Alastor’s lap.
What caught Vox off guard was the sight of Alastor fast asleep in his apartment.
Bookmarked by AroaceBattery
11 Feb 2024