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Another sleepy grumble came from the demon as he shifted and rolled over in bed.
Finch stood, watching for a moment before he figured it'd be okay to crawl into the bed beside the demon. He hugged his wings close to his body, using them as a blanket around himself to not get in the demon's personal space more than he already was. The angel yawned largely and closed his eyes, thankfully drifting off into a decent sleep that wasn't interrupted by nightmares or harsh words.
By the morning, when light filtered into the room, Wrath would begin to stir, but find weight on top of him. He assumed it was one of his dogs and would be tempted to push them off, but something told him to not move anymore than he already had. Instead of a dog, he'd find a brown haired little angel half on top of him, snoring softly with an arm and a wing draped over him. At some point in the night, the angel must have gotten cold and rolled over, and took advantage of the warmth that came off the demon and curled up to him.
Wrath didn't remember the angel coming in and part of him was annoyed, but another part of it all pulled at his heartstrings.
((piece of a little fluffy drabble i wrote today!))
Finch stood, watching for a moment before he figured it'd be okay to crawl into the bed beside the demon. He hugged his wings close to his body, using them as a blanket around himself to not get in the demon's personal space more than he already was. The angel yawned largely and closed his eyes, thankfully drifting off into a decent sleep that wasn't interrupted by nightmares or harsh words.
By the morning, when light filtered into the room, Wrath would begin to stir, but find weight on top of him. He assumed it was one of his dogs and would be tempted to push them off, but something told him to not move anymore than he already had. Instead of a dog, he'd find a brown haired little angel half on top of him, snoring softly with an arm and a wing draped over him. At some point in the night, the angel must have gotten cold and rolled over, and took advantage of the warmth that came off the demon and curled up to him.
Wrath didn't remember the angel coming in and part of him was annoyed, but another part of it all pulled at his heartstrings.
((piece of a little fluffy drabble i wrote today!))
