sleeping beauty ✘ bring your own event ✘ aphro as needed

[skyglide]

He was in the kitchens when it hit him - this urge to sleep, so strong and so sudden that it nearly knocked him right off his feet. It's strange, because usually if they're this tired they'll just collapse wherever they're standing, consequences be damned... And usually there's a reason for their exhaustion

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[skyglide]

Akito has never been a heavy sleeper (that was Agito's forté), but despite how he normally would have woken up with a fright and a sore shoulder, he gives no sign of even noticing the action. He just stays where he is, unmoving, curled up at the edge of the bed.

[skyglide]

He still gives no indication of waking, staying limp and deeply asleep while being shaken.

[eatingwings]

{ooc; /g-grabby hands ;; akito we remember you well~}

The Nosferatu sleeps in his shirtsleeves, his infamous red duster cast aside on a chair. His glasses, gloves of his servitude, and fedora resting a nearby table. He sleeps in a large canopy bed, thick black curtains drawn, each side bearing the symbol of the All-Seeing Eye and the sacred phrase "Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame".

But his sleep is suddenly disturbed at the sensation of someone crawling into his bed, under the warm covers. His eyes flutter open, glowing red in the darkness of his sanctuary. He simply stares at the child...

[skyglide]

[ooc; hey you asdoigh ♥]

Akito pays no mind to any company he has. He curls up comfortably at the edge of the bed, tugging a handful of blanket to his chin; it's warm and cozy, and his slumbering mind appreciates the soft cocoon he's found.

[eatingwings]

The audacity and obliviousness of the child confounds the old vampire. Hogging all the blankets. He pulls them away from the child, keeping them for himself.

[skyglide]

The loss of the blankets doesn't phase him - he's too used to that happening on a regular basis anyway - though the movement does shift his positioning a bit. His brows furrow only slightly, but he simply curls in on himself further to make up for the lack of warmth.