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“Lovely!”, they copied, and giggled happily. From their messy hair, barely the beginning of two branches grew on their head, peeking through the wild tangled hair. They were easily overlooked with how small they still were.

Their big eyes looked curiously up at the other being, curious about their nature. So unlike anything and everything he had ever seen before, though he hadn’t seen anything before. Only a few hours ago did they open their eyes for the first time, seeing everything in this world.

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The land was vast. Green fields, just waiting to be taken over by humans. A big lake graced its features, the water crystal clear and shining brightly. Close to it grew a single tree. If it managed to stand there without humans cutting it down, it was sure to grow for hundreds of years into a big and mighty tree.

That tree was blessed to have a spirit being born with it from such a small state. It wasn’t uncommon for older trees to bring forth a spirit, as old and wise as the tree was. But this young tree had a spirit just as young. Nameless and new to the world, the spirit’s amber eyes took in the sun and the beautiful lake in front of them. They learned quickly they couldn’t move away from their tree, or they’d be pulled back to it. They didn’t really mind it too much. Just seeing was amazing to the young spirit.

Places like these were Quinton’s favorite, air devoid of anything except the hints of flora, and earthy tones. The sky clear, and the grass under his feet- a rare occasion where he’d decided to be without shoes. His wings, unfortunately, were still hidden under his glamour, as empty as the land may be he knew all too well humans could still be about and he didn’t feel like putting himself at risk or stress.

For the moment, he had been drawn to the tree- be it the odd aura that seemed to lie in..or was that beside it? – Or the fact that the tree stood alone in the expanse of grass, untouched, and beautiful.

It was unexpected to spot a small being as he wandered closer, a curious look on his face- however, Q’s entire being emitted no threat, and as he drew closer he eventually made his presence known. Intrigued as to whom- or possibly what would be out here all alone. It could simply be a human, but the aura seemed..speical.

“Hello?”

The little spirit looked up from where they stood next to their tree. They were young and naive, without any knowledge besides of what nature provided. Language was something he didn’t yet know, except the sound of rustling leafs, birds singing their songs, and the gentle sound of water moving. Even rain was a song they knew about.

But still, they smiled seeing someone else. They didn’t know what this newcomer was, who he might be, but they were glad to see.
“Hello!”, they copied. The soft breeze whispering words to them, about words and gestures, humans and other beings. They listened, curious about the world they were so new to.

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The land was vast. Green fields, just waiting to be taken over by humans. A big lake graced its features, the water crystal clear and shining brightly. Close to it grew a single tree. If it managed to stand there without humans cutting it down, it was sure to grow for hundreds of years into a big and mighty tree.

That tree was blessed to have a spirit being born with it from such a small state. It wasn’t uncommon for older trees to bring forth a spirit, as old and wise as the tree was. But this young tree had a spirit just as young. Nameless and new to the world, the spirit’s amber eyes took in the sun and the beautiful lake in front of them. They learned quickly they couldn’t move away from their tree, or they’d be pulled back to it. They didn’t really mind it too much. Just seeing was amazing to the young spirit.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

“That’s good.” Very good. He was more than glad Host hadn’t had too many difficulties sleeping. His fingers gladly welcoming Host’s closeness, curling up through his hair, messing it up slightly and yet also aware not to push it into Host’s face. Making sure it was always pulled back before he ran his fingers through again.

“I suppose I would take that over the latter.” Though he could atleast be grateful Host hadn’t suffered any more in his sleep. “I was very comfortable.”

Host smiled, nuzzling against Edward at his affections. It was really nice, and he was very happy. He liked how gentle Edward was, the little touches. It made him really happy, and he felt really comfortable.

“The Host is glad you slept well.”, Host said softly. He really was.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Host woke up properly eventually, just to nuzzle closer to Edward. He was tired, and he wished he would get more rest, but insomnia hated him. He was glad there was worse, though. At least he hadn’t had a nightmare, or a bad vision. A few weird ones, but nothing scary.

“Edward?..”, his voice was quiet, heavy with sleep still. And even though he could feel the other’s presence, his hand moving on his back, feeling and hearing his heartbeat, his warmth, he needed to make sure it was Edward that was here, that he was with him.

The nuzzling of Host pulled a smile to his face. Fingers brushing and twirling the back of his hair. He glanced down to see if he was awake, though it was harder to tell without the obvious eyes, he could see Host’s chest moving a little differently.

The soft voice was alkost an honor to hear, laced with sleep and gentle, and kind of adorable. “Yes? Did you sleep alright?” He replied, his own voice tinged with the morning, not quite lower, but it held something, almost smoother.

Host smiled softly. “Host managed to sleep alright.”, he mumbled, nuzzling further into Edward. He was incredibly glad to be here with Edward, that Edward was here with him. He couldn’t imagine waking up to anything better.

“Insomnia has been the only thing that has bothered the Host in his sleep, but no visions or nightmares.”, he mumbled softly.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Host woke up properly eventually, just to nuzzle closer to Edward. He was tired, and he wished he would get more rest, but insomnia hated him. He was glad there was worse, though. At least he hadn’t had a nightmare, or a bad vision. A few weird ones, but nothing scary.

“Edward?..”, his voice was quiet, heavy with sleep still. And even though he could feel the other’s presence, his hand moving on his back, feeling and hearing his heartbeat, his warmth, he needed to make sure it was Edward that was here, that he was with him.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Host hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Edward’s lips, before nuzzling into him again. He needed a good while until he finally was able to fall asleep, but he was still close to Edward, nuzzled nicely under his blanket and into Edward. There was no safer and more comfortable place he could imagine, no matter if this was a pile of pillows and blankets.

He slept mostly peaceful, sometimes mumbling narrations in his sleep, sometimes moving a little. But he didn’t seem to dream or see anything bad.

His lips tingled pleasently, smile tugging at them once more. His leg just gently reaching out to in some way provide more contact or tangle with Host’s.

Without asking he’d already started humming, whether Host needed it or not, he was content, a lullaby on his mind. He seemed to wait it out, listening between his very quiet music to Host’s breathing. Taking comfort when he was sure he was finding sleep.

Host asleep, in his arms. Edward had never passed out more contently. Head slightly bent down toward the other as his eyes fully fell shut. His own sleep was mostly empty, it was rare his mind calmed enough to dream, so at best it was a few distorted colours ane sounds and the heavy feeling of peace he currently held in his heart.

Of course he would unfortunately wake up first, but not with a start, simply that his body clock was far too used to ungodly early hours, and he easily chose to stay put and try to get back to a comfortable doze. That is only after admiring and absorbing the fact he was still in Host’s room.. With said man in his arms.

Host had natural troubles with sleeping, never able to sleep through the whole night without waking up some times. So he found himself awake again and again, pretty much every other hour or so, but mostly able to continue sleeping after a few minutes.

He woke up while Edward was awake as well, though didn’t notice that. So he just contently tried to sleep some more, feeling somewhat rested. He was happy to be with Edward, holding onto him lightly, cuddled close to him. He found comfort in being held, their legs entangled, hearing and feeling Edward’s breathing and heartbeat.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Host hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Edward’s lips, before nuzzling into him again. He needed a good while until he finally was able to fall asleep, but he was still close to Edward, nuzzled nicely under his blanket and into Edward. There was no safer and more comfortable place he could imagine, no matter if this was a pile of pillows and blankets.

He slept mostly peaceful, sometimes mumbling narrations in his sleep, sometimes moving a little. But he didn’t seem to dream or see anything bad.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

“A mix of both, it’s no uncommon I wake up on my back. But don’t worry, I don’t often fidget” He was comfortable with either, and luckily didn’t snore, or.. Atleast he didn’t think he did. Perhaps quietly. No one had ever complained about it atleast.

“Would it be nicer for you to have your head on my chest?” He prompted. Perhaps the soothing heartbeat would be nicer, and Host’s breath wouldn’t get warm as it could from being buried in his chest.

“The Host doesn’t know.”, Host replied, gently pulling Edward down to lay. He cuddled into his side, draping an arm over Edward. Making sure he laid with his head close to Edward’s chest, and heart. He didn’t move much during his sleep, if at all, but he wouldn’t mind if they changed positions while sleeping.

He was just glad to be with Edward, and get to sleep cuddled close to him.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Aware of those factors he didn’t at all mean any rush or show such in his question. He was quite happy to sit, placing his own bowl nice and far away from any rouge foot, and his fingers absentmindedly caressing the side of Host’s panted thigh. Again. A harmless gentle action that he meant nothing but comfort by doing.

He chuckled gently at the reply, but nodded in understanding. “I won’t then.” He was more then happy to sit or lay with Host as long as the other wanted. It would be nice to simply relax, in the presense of another, rathe then his own cool bed. Although it brought him relaxation.. Wasn’t quite the same as the one he got from Host.

When Host placed his bowl down, he moved it just that extra further inch towards his, moving his hand from Host’s thigh. A pondering hum on his lips. “Do you want me to just lay beside you..?” He didn’t want to crowd Host, or overheat him, Host had said being held was good but there was a difference, though minor, between gaining comfort and sleeping.

“The Host would prefer to cuddle.”, Host replied softly, crawling further into the corner, and into his pile. Pulling out the blanket from his bed, and the quilt, and some pillows to throw into position to be laid upon.

“Host wants to feel Edward close to him, and feel his safety and comfort. He doesn’t want to lay on his own.”, he continued, fiddling lightly with his sleeves. He was glad his bandages hadn’t soaked through from earlier.

The answer made him smile softly. Watching as Host rearranged the comfortable layers of fabrics and pillows. It almost looked even nicer then his bed did.

“I think I can provide that.” He’d done so, so far atleast. Though it still left him debating how close, and what sort of cuddle he and Host would prefer. Being curled into him seemed to be something Host approved off, and having arms around him. Taking off his socks which he usually wore, moreso in Host’s presense so that he wasnt loud, he slowly shifted further into the cozy pile, leaning onto his side. Almost looking a tad awkward since he want sure this was quite right yet.

“What if you lay facing into me?

Host debated how to lay with Edward. “Does Edward usually sleep on his side or back?”, he asked, wanting to make sure Edward was comfortable. He himself usually slept on his side, not being able to be comfortable on his back or belly.

He would decide how to sleep depending on how Edward wanted to be laying, having a few options to be comfortable and close to him.