One word.
So simple, yet so complex.
The thing that feels so close as you wait for it, like a word on the tip of your tongue.
Sleep.
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Virgil longed for sleep to come. He peered at the sleeping figure next to him.
The moon cast itself on the figure. He looked so relaxed as his chest rose and fell. His eyelashes lay still against his skin. The tiniest bit of his cold refreshing breath hit Virgil's arm. He was beautiful.
So as a smile grew upon his face, and his heart a flutter, Virgil held the sleeping figure close and found sleep.
Technically difficulties uploading this one. Still one of my finer shorts in my opinion. Bye Now! 💜
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Sanders Sides Oneshots
FanfictionA book filled with science jokes, disney references, dad jokes, and a little bit of angst.
