Several days later.
Javier stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the warm light spilling through the tall windows of his chamber. He let out a long yawn, stretching his arms lazily before rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"…Mm… now… where are those two?" he muttered groggily, his voice heavy with drowsiness.
His gaze swept the room. The large canopy bed felt oddly empty.
The soft sheets carrying only his warmth. Strange. Liana and Gloria were usually nearby, so constant that their absence felt unnatural.
They even shared his bed more often than not, their quiet breaths lulling him to sleep at night.
Even if he hadn't gone beyond holding them close, their presence had become an inseparable part of his nights.
"Weird…" Javier mumbled again, propping himself up on an elbow. The room was silent.
No gentle hum of Liana's morning tune, no soft clinking of Gloria setting aside her glasses as she fussed over him.
