Wavier and Ejax~ONE-SHOTS

this is right?~ wavier

Wednesday hadn't slept in a couple of days, and it was obvious to everyone around her. Well, a couple of days had turned into about a week of sleepless nights, twisting and turning and murmuring curses into the crisp winter air about how it would be nice if she could sleep.

It was THAT simple.

How could she POSSIBLY have gone this long without sleep?

It wasn't as if she was going to confront anyone regarding this strangely developed pattern of walking aimlessly through the halls past 1 AM, and she wasn't going to allow herself to go into a state of vulnerability with anyone if it killed her. That was the plan. Until Xavier came into the picture.

"C'mon Wendy, you've GOT to at least try and sleep!" He beckoned from behind her, groaning as she continued forward, him trudging along behind her as if he were her shadow. She ignored him, her finger lightly dusting the wall as she let her eyes trace the familiar paintings, and she halted before her dorm, her figure going rigid.

"You didn't do this to me, did you, Xavier?" She whispered, and she put her ear against her door as he crossed his arms behind her. 

"I did. It's the only way I could have possibly gotten you out of there without dragging you forcefully!"

She turned to him, the dark purple hues under her eyes more menacing in the dwindling sunlight as she glowered at him. Her frown deepened, and her fingers grabbed at the sleeves of her black sweater as she yawned.

"Did you plan on me being joyous over your stupidity?"

"No, of course not. Buttt give me some credit when I say I made sure Enid packed you some clothes for the night along with anything else you might need!" Xavier said with a bashful smile, uncrossing his arms as he approached the girl.

Her eyes stayed hooked to his as if diverting them would be devastating to her, to him, to the world around them. It felt so comforting, so soothing looking into his eyes as if it was the savior she had been looking for in all these tireless nights. 

Wednesday allowed herself to be guided back to his dorm, her frown lightening slightly as they arrived, and finally, it had dissipated by the time she had sat on his bed. She yawned upon feeling the soft bed beneath her, but her eyes were peeled open. The noirette thought about just laying back on the pillows and closing her eyes, but she decided she wasn't done with the tall lanky boy who stared wearily at her yet.

Xavier supposed he preferred this tired, groggy state compared to the murderous one he received earlier. He had been planning his will on the trip there, but now he was sure he could wait a few years until then. But he didn't hold his breath on it.

She yawned, making an effort to cover her mouth as she looked down at the ground. His eyes followed her movements, slow, careless, and not much of anything aside from her stubbornness. Even sleep deprivation wouldn't tear her spirit away from her.

"Don't think I didn't notice you yawning...again," he chuckled lightly at her, walking toward his dresser as he carefully opened it, pulling out a small knit blanket. She stared blankly at him, her lips forming a thin line as she sunk further into the mattress.

It felt different from her coffin-like bed, and she knew she usually enjoyed it that way, but now she wasn't so sure... this would suffice much better in aiding her sleep than hers. But she was too tired to make any logical, long-term decisions that were more than likely provided from the verge of hysteria she was about to go into.

The raven began to yawn again, but quickly shut her mouth and looked away from him.

"You're so adorable trying to fight away sleep, but it also makes me seriously concerned as to why you haven't been; for the past week, according to Enid." Xavier came to her side, wrapping the small blanket around her as he moved up against the pillows, toward the head of the bed. 

He watched her struggle for an answer, ultimately just tightening her grip on the cover and pulling it tersely around herself. She yawned again, this time not bothering to hide it as she looked over at him. Xavier tilted his head at her, offering an eyebrow and teasing smirk.

"I don't know why Enid or you are concerned about my well-being..." Wednesday yawned, her eyes drooping as she shook herself back awake.

"I'm fine," she whispered, and the artist shook his head at her as he opened his arms to her. Looking him up and down, she only stared and had no intentions of giving in. She may have been tired out of her mind, but she wasn't going to let...she didn't want...

"Come here and stop lying to me; you know I don't care if you're always strong and independent. I admire those traits about you, but someday they're going to be the death of you. Now, stop putting on an act and get up here with me."

Wednesday blinked at him, and with unhurried, methodical breathing, and ever-so-slowly, she begrudgingly made her way up to Xavier, and let herself fall into his embrace while holding the cover around her. It was a forest green, and may she note, if anyone were to catch her dead willingly surrendering to colored cloth and a persistent boy, she would have rightfully hung herself for her actions.

But she was just...so...desperate for sleep...

His arms wrapped around her small figure, and he softly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, running his fingers along her back as he felt her begin to fall asleep. She put her weight into him, giving up all control as she felt his comforting touch, the warmth, the smell...he was a pestilence.

"You are... so bothersome...Thorpe," she muttered, barely any sound coming out- but he knew that her last words before succumbing to sleep would be insults. He would brag later about how he just knew her too well. Because he did.

She yawned, shifting closer to him as her head rested on his chest, one arm over his belly and the other underneath her body. Her hand clutched the blanket over her shoulder, and she curled her legs against her body into what seemed to be close to a fetal position. 

A warm chuckle ran through his body, and he could feel her weakly pinch his side. 

"Can I take your braids out?" 

Her head nodded slightly, but she didn't bother to open her eyes or even fight him as he carefully took out the two long, jet-black braids, and it felt surreal watching the waves unfurl across her back. It was like those times he would stand out just on the verge of the ocean, watching the dark, unsettling waves crash against the rocks throughout the faint morning hours, like those times he felt the paintings come alive, that rush of excitement of never knowing what to expect. 

His fingers gently combed through her hair, seamlessly, and his breath hitched as he heard her mutter something else, but he knew she was sleeping.

"You're so cute when you sleep talk... it's charming... it's so you...and you're so magical," he whispered to her, his eyes beginning to droop as he felt his breathing align with hers, their heartbeats intertwining as he eased back into the bed.

"This...is...right?" 

He looked down at her, and she twitched slightly as he smiled.

"This is right."

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