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02.Apr.19, 02:53 AM
V'ler woke from the shiver that ran up his spine as he felt something on his shoulder, then neck, then head. He was close to swatting at it, thinking it was one of the firelizards harassing him for some reason when everything came further into focus and he could tell it was a hand on his head. Oh and that he was sleeping awkwardly at his desk. Again. He sighed at the blurry image of seeing his work up way too close. A flick of his gaze to the ink pot earned another sigh, but one in relief, as he saw his quill sitting in it. That meant he hadn't fallen asleep while actually writing and there wouldn't be a mess of ink anywhere on the page. Right, he had been reading over documents the Weyrleader wanted a trained Harper's eye to review before they were sent off to the various recipients. They were as fascinating as watching mud dry and perhaps he really should stop leaving them as bedtime reading material.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he straightened, groaning as his back let him know its opinion on the way he had fallen asleep. His right arm wasn't too pleased either as his head came away from it and he tried to move it only to be greeted with a horrible case of pins and needles that insisted he leave his arm right where it was until further notice.
He hated sleeping at his desk. For one thing, his back, arm, and sometimes neck ended up stiff and sore, sometimes all day. Another thing? It made him seem like a workaholic that didn't do anything other than sit in his chair and write this or that all day and night. It wasn't too far from the truth at times, but he did do other things and in other locations. Thanks to recent--well, not all that recent anymore, really-- developments, it also meant Indivara slept alone and he kind of felt like a dick when that happened.
Since the hand that had been in his hair was soothing and not trying to make him bald, V'ler felt a bit of relief with the assumption she wasn't mad it happened again. Truthfully, he suspected this habit bothered him more than it did her. "What time is it?" He was almost afraid to ask, knowing how late he often stayed up and remembered Veeth murmuring something about the sun rising soon. Indivara had stayed up a bit that night but not nearly as late as he had so he had no way of gauging the actual time by her being awake. Besides, she could have been up for hours and only now that he should wake as well.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he straightened, groaning as his back let him know its opinion on the way he had fallen asleep. His right arm wasn't too pleased either as his head came away from it and he tried to move it only to be greeted with a horrible case of pins and needles that insisted he leave his arm right where it was until further notice.
He hated sleeping at his desk. For one thing, his back, arm, and sometimes neck ended up stiff and sore, sometimes all day. Another thing? It made him seem like a workaholic that didn't do anything other than sit in his chair and write this or that all day and night. It wasn't too far from the truth at times, but he did do other things and in other locations. Thanks to recent--well, not all that recent anymore, really-- developments, it also meant Indivara slept alone and he kind of felt like a dick when that happened.
Since the hand that had been in his hair was soothing and not trying to make him bald, V'ler felt a bit of relief with the assumption she wasn't mad it happened again. Truthfully, he suspected this habit bothered him more than it did her. "What time is it?" He was almost afraid to ask, knowing how late he often stayed up and remembered Veeth murmuring something about the sun rising soon. Indivara had stayed up a bit that night but not nearly as late as he had so he had no way of gauging the actual time by her being awake. Besides, she could have been up for hours and only now that he should wake as well.
