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Lysander nodded speechlessly. If he could blush, he was certain he would be a shade of red as he laid on top of the sheets beside her. Thank goodness I can control my thirst.
Lysander nodded speechlessly. If he could blush, he was certain he would be a shade of red as he laid on top of the sheets beside her. Thank goodness I can control my thirst.
Betty slolwy closed her eyes "it wasn't about you" she muttered.
Lysander relaxed a bit at hearing that, a small almost smile teased at his lips. He was tempted to touch her to reassure her in some way but while he may know how to charm women, he had never had a real relationship with one.
Betty lay there awake her eyes closed.
Lysander lay still facing her, knowing she was not yet asleep. He gently placed a hand on her arm to console her that he was still here. Maybe it's the feeling of being watched… he thought before closing his eyes. He didn't need to see her right now, anyway.
she laid her hand on top of his.
Lysander stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch but otherwise doesn't move.
Betty slowly drifted off.
Lysander waited until she was peacefully asleep before he attempted to sit up carefully, not wanting to disturb her. Even though she had asked him to stay awhile, he doubted she would want him present when she woke up in the morning.
Bett yin her sleep grabbed his wrist.
Lysander raised a brow at the subconscious gesture. Of course, it would have been very simple for him to remove her grip. But there was something else preventing him, other than not wanting to harm or disturb her. As long as she doesn't open the curtains in the morning I should be fine. he decided, laying back down.
In her sleep she cuddled up to him.
(Time skip to when Betty wakes up?)
yesh
(Ok. Go ahead.)
Betty woke up and was about to get up but she was pulled back dowm by weight she looked up and saw herself entangled in Lysander's arms . Betty took a deep breath carful not to wake him up. she slowly started to slip out of his grips.
Lysander had fallen asleep sometime past midnight. Normally he didn't fall asleep that early and as he mentioned he usually slept in very late in the day.
she slipped out of his arms and left he room putting on her tennis shoes she left the property and went to the lake.
Lysander shifted in his sleep, subconsciously noticing the lack of warmth and the missing heartbeat.
She miled happily once she saw the water.
Lysander’s brow furrowed in his sleep as his worst memories played out in his subconscious mind.
Betty placed her hand in the water shivering at the coldness.
The pain… His skin was burning while his organs slowly stopped, the screams… Most belonged to victims of his, some belonged to him, but a couple of them would have made his heart stop had it not already. The blood… running down his throat, pooling around bodies… All of it was familiar… Except for one scream..
(sorry if that's too dark… He’s still asleep and having a nightmare… Let me know if you need me to edit this.)
(nah)
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