Rest Well, My Dear

“Rest well, my dear

with Kaveh”

He didn’t rest enough. That was why he was bothered. You kept reminding yourself of that while in your living room, as he had occupied your bedroom desk to work on a project with an upcoming deadline.

Within a few minutes he’d come out calmer and explain how he felt while apologizing.

But it didn’t occur. You were not sought out by him.

Worried that he was bothered on a deeper level, you made your way to where he was. As you creaked open the door, you heard soft mumbling. And pushing it open further, revealed a sleeping figure. Your boyfriend.

With a smile, you shook your head. At least he was resting. And as much as you’d love for him to be in the bed, a more comfortable place of rest, disturbing him might cause issue. He could, being the stubborn worker he was, try to work more on the project.

So you settled for grabbing a soft blanket from your bed and draping it over him.

"Met a boy who likes my body

with Epel Felmier"

As you spun around for him, he looked mystified. Absolutely infatuated by your figure in your formal attire. The two of you were meant to go to a ball hosted by his dorm, but now he was having second thoughts. Perhaps he wanted to keep you all to himself.

"Well, I'll be! My [name] is gonna be the apple of everyone's eye." With his hands crossing over his chest, he looked so charming towards you, hiding his dread in a sweet tone. "I might just have to hide you from the rest of 'em."

It was no secret he tried to keep that he disliked sharing you with others. You always chuckled at the way he glared at any guy who talked to you, and even yelled at some who got too close. He was so loving towards you, not many would expect him to get so angry with ease.

"Epel," you grabbed his hands in your own, "you are the only man on that floor that I could possibly want." With red forming at his cheeks, a smirk crossed his features. He didn't often need your reassurance, or want it, but he adored when you said things like this. Claiming he was yours, and you were his.

"Then let's head out, darling."

“Close, but not your favorite

with Navia”

With her obligations in her life, you should’ve expected that you wouldn’t take priority. Even with her attempts to fill in gaps and plan dates, it wasn’t rare when cancellations would take place due to her inability to attend. She just had too much to do.

So you’d bite your tongue each time one of the Spina’s members would come to you directly and inform you of her absence.

It was as if life had favorites, and you weren’t one of them.

But to tell her, claiming that it’s simply too much to handle. How pathetic would that be? That you can’t handle not being a focus in her already busy and bustling life.

“I’m not pretty when I’m naked

with Lynette”

Nudity

She shed her clothes in your bedroom, feeling dread pool in her stomach.

Hearing you walk in, she tried to make sure she maintained a face of indifference. Being left in her undergarments as she searched for her pajamas, she felt pathetic. You would never pressure her to do something like this, changing with the door open, rendering herself vulnerable.

“Dear, what’s the matter?” She hadn’t even noticed the tears falling down her face. She stared at the loose t-shirt in her clenched fists.

She was shaking.

“I’d like to change alone, I think.” She braced herself for something. Maybe physical contact from your hand, or a sigh of disappointment. Something to try to coerce her into continuing despite her hesitation.

But she wasn’t met with any distaste, as you pulled away and reached behind you. You handed her the pajama pants she’d brought for your sleepover.

“You don’t need my permission to do what makes you comfortable, Lynette. You’re safe to do whatever you need.”

Before she could start sobbing, she quickly turned away to leave for the bathroom. At times like this, you knew it was not best to force her to be too open. Lynette allowing you to see a side of her that reveals her fear is rare. It was best not to push it.

And while you returned to making sure your room was ready for her return, she stood in the mirror.

What did she do to deserve you?

Or is this maybe what she earned, through all the hellish experiences she’s faced in her lifetime.

“No more theatrics

with Furina”

As she’s under you, her heart races. One arm of yours rests next to her, holding you up on her bed. The other is used to cup her cheek.

She felt conflicted. Wanting to loudly exclaim her thoughts on this predicament, but she wasn’t even sure what her thoughts were.

“Ahem! Is this any way to treat your— uhm— the beauty before you? I was once the most beloved in all of Fontaine! The— the least you could do is show me a more dignified display.”

With a smile spreading across your lips, you leaned down and kissed her other cheek. The one your hand was not holding.

“You really are beautiful.” Pink blush bloomed brightly across her face. Obvious in comparison to her pale features typically. “But, you’re correct, I should get off.”

“Hey, wait!” A hand reached up to grab the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like this, so stay…please,” her voice fell incredibly soft.

With her apparent desire to remain like this, perhaps you can indulge the ‘beauty before you.’

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