bed. He fell asleep the second his back hit the mattress.

Laughing to herself, Desdemona pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and turned to pick up what fell earlier. She knocked on the wall between their room and Felix's three times, a wordless goodnight if he was awake, a blessing of sweet dreams if he wasn't.

With a slow exhale and a yawn, she crawled back into bed, lying beside Farleigh. Still asleep, he rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around her and locking her in place. His nose was in the crook of her neck. "That's better." He mumbled, lips to her shoulder.

   Desdemona shifted so that her arm was around him and his head was on her chest. She drew shapes on his back and admired him in such a peaceful state, no arrogance, or snide jokes, or ill-timed innuendos, just utter serenity. He squeezed her waist, muttering nonsense in his sleep.

   Stretching her arm to switch off the light, Desdemona craned her neck to kiss his forehead before falling back into her own pillow and letting sleep wash over her too.

—author's note

love my problematic alpha-hotties sm 💘 rip desdemona troy, you would've loved she's a rainbow by the rolling stones

could this chapter read as michael gavey slander? maybe. is it michael gavey slander? perhaps. is the hypothetical michael gavey slander purely driven by the fact that he reminds me of a guy in my computer science class? yes.

it's 2am and i have a headache this is not proofread so if there's a mistake anywhere spare my dignity and ignore it i beg ❤️‍🩹