[Faeverse]
Neal is on the couch, eyes closed, his candle on his stomach and his knife in his hand. He's running his fingers over the sharp edge, never going deep enough to cut but enough so that he can't fall asleep.
He's still tired, he's always tired, but he knows he can't sleep right now.
He's trying to concentrate on the knife in his hands and the sounds of Peter and Elizabeth in the house. Anything that keeps his mind working and doesn't let it drift off and start running it's own course.
He starts humming to himself, this time 'Anything Goes'.
He's still tired, he's always tired, but he knows he can't sleep right now.
He's trying to concentrate on the knife in his hands and the sounds of Peter and Elizabeth in the house. Anything that keeps his mind working and doesn't let it drift off and start running it's own course.
He starts humming to himself, this time 'Anything Goes'.