My dove

Anything you need| fluff

*Authors note~ I'm loving the prompts coming in for lesso. Requests are open I also write for Larissa Weems ;)) Platonic seems to be a massive hit with you guys and I will continue to try and improve on those read on darlings*

Trigger warnings~ insomnia? Past trauma? Self harm?

Prompt~ tumblr anon ~ hi! I love your writing so much! If you're still taking requests could you please write platonic Lady Lesso with student reader who is struggling with insomnia and maybe one day they just fall asleep during Lesso's classes?

Even a school as magical as The School For Good And Evil had exams. Now obviously the schools taught in different classes and different teaching methods, so obviously the exams were completely different too. And unfortunately for you, Never exams were stereotypically know for being exhausting and extremely demanding mentally emotionally and physically. The difficulty of the exams are said to be unmatched by nothing else. Of course the Evers exams weren't easy, but they certainly weren't as bad the the Never exams. After all one of the classes the Evers were taught was to be beautiful. I mean come on, really? What would the exam be on? How to smile correctly? Or how to sit like a pretty princess? You didn't know, nor did you care if you were honest. You were more stressed about what lay ahead of you.

You knew you had to ace these exams, you couldn't afford to fail. After all that would mean dealing with the Dean of Evil and that was most certainly not on your to do list. That's why you spent every waking moment in classes, training for the physical aspects or head in a book trying to cram every last bit of knowledge in. And sleep? That seemed to evade you as of late. Drifting off into the dream land had never been harder for you, then when you slept it was anything but peaceful and you'd always wake up more exhausted than before. It seemed endless. A miserable cycle you couldn't escape. That's why it's unsurprising to you that after a few days of this cycle your mood becomes irritable and quite frankly down right cold. No wonder why people had given up approaching you.

Classes were becoming a struggle for you, your exhausted brain struggling to retain any more information, in a desperate need of some rest. You knew that of course, but what could you do when it seemed physically impossible to get the rest? You had no choice but to keep going. The fear of not preforming well enough in these exams grew by the hour. Every hour was an hour closer to the dreaded exams. And with how exhausted you were, you doubted you would even be able to stand up by the day of the exams. That is why you were now in your dorm, trying to force your brain to shut off and allow you into a restful slumber. It was still early enough that your dorm was empty besides yourself, you were hoping that would allow you to feel safe enough to sleep. And after a battle it did seem to work. Your body finally succumbed to your exhaustion. But would it be a restful sleep or would you still be plagued by hellish dreams?

Unfortunately for you it was the latter. You immediately realised you would be trapped in your own mind again tonight. Your brain concocting some of the most barbaric methods you could be punished for failing these god damn exams. In each scenario your mind made up, it was the disappointment soaking Lady Lesso's every word that got you. She expected more from you. You'd let her down. A never shouldn't ever let the Dean down. What would she do with you now? Tears sprang in your eyes as she continued her rant. The words cutting deeper than any knife or blade you could've found. No this was a different hurt. Something more raw.  It was here that you saw the phrase "sticks and stones will break my bones but little words will never hurt me" was absolute bullshit. Words do hurt. And that look in her eyes right now? Well that hurt most of all. All you wanted to do was do well yet this slumber was showing you what you feared the most. Failing.

Your body threw its self up in a startled attempt to grab some air into your burning lungs. Your tears staining your cheeks flowing like rivers. You were clearly in throws of panic and you knew you had to calm down. But you can't here, not with all these people. So you did what seems best in your panicked state. You threw yourself into your curses and death traps book hoping to retain any extra information you possibly could. Sleep would clearly be off the card for you once more tonight. Occasionally your body would pull you back into a slumber but your mind pushing you straight back out from it. Exhaustion seemed to downplay exactly what you were experiencing now.