[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
"Grrr~"
I woke up with a strange weight bearing down on my chest.
Warm.
Heavy.
Breathing.
…Growling?
My eyes cracked open slowly, vision blurry with sleep and existential fatigue. The ceiling of Morningstar Manor came into focus first — gothic arches, faint runes along the moulding, one chandelier that absolutely did not obey gravity properly.
Then my eyes lowered.
Silver hair.
Soft.
Very close.
Grayfia.
She was asleep half on top of me.
Her head rested against my shoulder, one arm draped across my torso, fingers lightly curled in the fabric of my shirt like she was afraid I might evaporate if she let go. Her breathing was slow and steady, but every few seconds her brows twitched faintly, as if she was fighting something in her dreams.
"…Oh," I whispered.
Right.
The day before yesterday.
Emotional implosion.
Carmilla reveal.
Existential chaos.
Cuddling had… happened.
I carefully shifted—
