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[witchy_rebel]

She’d had trouble sleeping.

Putting it like that makes it sound tame and simple - maybe she was too hot, too cold, too thoughtful. Maybe, maybe, maybe. The truth of the matter was that something wasn’t letting her sleep, at least not well. She would be drifting off, her mind sinking into the hazy half-dreaming state that she hates so much when

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[bartyjr]

He's a heavy sleeper, but when he moves his armand she's not there, he notices; he supports himself on his arm, and looks around for her.

"My love?"

He slips out of bed, and without another word, and as quietly as he can, kneels down beside her and looks at the burner.

[witchy_rebel]

"Can't sleep," she mutters, opening her eyes with a frustrated sound.

[bartyjr]

"'m sorry." He moves his arm, about to put it round her, but stops himself. She might not want him to. Might be trying to concentrate.

"Want me to stay up with you?" He can go back to bed - and probably to sleep - if he's interrupting her.

[witchy_rebel]

She snaps her fingers, and the oil is doused by nothing.

"Only if you want to..." She moves back, and rests her head on his shoulder. "Could probably try again...Um. Did I tell you? Tom wants to take you. I can't remember if I said, or not."