“What’s wrong?” I mumbled into his chest. He hugged back instinctively and I felt some of the tension leave his muscles. I shuffled over and wrapped my arms around his waist, halting his pacing. Slowly, I dragged myself out of bed, trying to wake up enough to talk. He was muttering to himself, too low for me to hear, and raking a hand through his hair. I was not ready for whatever this was about to be. I’d only just woken up when Hysan barrelled into the room and started pacing. Anyway soft fluff for me and me alone because I’m well aware no one is gonna read this (tbh that’s probably half the reason I never wrote anything before) Warnings: none but he’s a bit sad, and I guess I should warn you I haven’t read the book in a while so I hope this fits with canon like it’s meant toĪ/N: Fictober day 4, prompt “I know you didn’t ask for this.” God why the hell have I never written anything for Hysan? I love him so much it’s actually a crime.
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