Feverish

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There you sat, with your knees gently tucked under you, what you wore was the cutest night-gown you could find, as you waited for the silver-haired man to enter your bedroom chambers. But why...?

The night had krept in as the moon shined iridescently on your beautifully pink cheeks, lighting half of your head that was rested on the wall. Suddenly your hair was swaying as you turned your head in the direction of footsteps that could be heard at the door. Then you heard a knock. "C-come in" you replied.

A beautifully pale, freckle cheeked man entered the room. "J-ja'far!" You whisper-shouted with the energy you could use. He seemed to have been holding something. "A....bowl of soup?"

" Don't look so surprised. I told you I was going take care of you " he exclaimed. Oh, that's right....because you have a fever. " (y/n)..." He said while gazing into your eyes. This confused you, though you dared to respond.

"What?" Riddled you, with a squeaky voice. He motioned for you to sit up with his arms, as his robe had swayed. Then he placed a tray with soup on  your lap.

"Call out to me if you need anything more" said ja'far with a smile, he began to leave the room when you reached out to him and grabbed his sleeve.

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