Wide Asleep

Ten: Living Too Fast

Wednesday, October 31st, 2018
11:50 P.M.
Sean's P.O.V.
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The gang seems to be growing tired, most of them due to not only their intoxicated states, but also exhaustion from all of the traveling we've done today.

Felix has recently passed out on the couch, seeing as Marzia began to play with his hair and forgot to stop in time to keep him awake, and she watches on as Mark and I play MarioKart together, Amy and Charlotte leaning on our shoulders and sleepily rooting each of us on. Pamela, Katherine, and Tyler are playing a game of Uno in the kitchen, and Ethan has gone home to tend to his dog.

"Kick his ass, Sean!" Charlotte exclaims between a whisper and a shout, Amy countering her with a laugh.

"C'mon Mark, he's drunk--it shouldn't be too hard to beat him."

Charlotte snorts in a sleepy mirth, nuzzling her head into my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me.

"Aww, you-Sean, y-you're drunk."

"I'm not as far gone as you are, lass."

All falls silent in a deep concentration for a few moments, before I check my watch, seeing that I, myself, am beginning to feel a bit sleepy.

I glance down to Charlotte as our current race ends, finding her eyes closed, trying her best to stay awake. Mark takes notice as well, he and Amy taking the hint too.

We all quietly begin preparing to go to bed, Charlotte only stirring when I turn myself to catch her and hold her up. She rubs her eyes and yawns, and I wrap my arms around her.

"Let's go get some rest, Princess."

She only nods, and I help her stand as we make our way to Mark's guest room, where Charlotte seems very happy to have a bed in her sights. I took some time to put our convention purchases in organized stacks in the corner of the room, and I have already pulled back the duvet in preparation to tuck in a drunken Charlotte. Although every part of me desires to be the one to fall asleep next to her, it is only respectable that I allow Anti to satiate his own desire to do such. This is only one night, and there are many more in time that I will get to spend with her.

So I take a brief moment to close my eyes, allowing him to take over for the night.

12:05 A.M.
Antisepticeye's P.O.V.

Charlotte grins to me, her foggy eyes focused as she giggles, greeting me by drunkenly patting my cheek.

"Hiya, Anti."

I reach up to rest my hand atop hers, then pulling it to hold it in my own.

"Hello, Princess. Let's get you to bed, alright?" I suggest, and she nods slowly, rubbing her eyes just as she had before.

I lead her around to her side of the bed, reaching for the duvet as she situates herself, nuzzling gently into her pillow with a smile. I drape the soft covers over her warm skin, not even trying to stop myself from sneaking to caress her as I lean down to kiss her forehead, and she leans into it with a larger smile than before. Before I can step away, however, she reaches up toward me weakly, her grabby hand motions drawing me in with a smile.

"It wouldn't kill you to keep your hands off of me for a few seconds, lass--"

"Shhhh, just let me love you." She insists, her voice as soft as a prayer. I seat myself beside her, stabilizing myself with an arm over Charlotte, the other beside her head as I run my fingers through her hair. She grabs my hand with both of hers, holding me hostage in her own adorable way. Before I can react, I feel a soft, warm sensation along my fingers, before Charlotte giggles, nuzzling against it once more.