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[crisantemo]

[ This is a sight just for her, and Lapis can't help but feel slightly smug about it. That she's the one who gets to see Sunday, always so composed and guarded, in such a vulnerable state. Sure, she may sometimes enjoy working on his last nerve just to see his reaction, but... This is nice too.

And even with all the underlying fear and worries in the face of this... relationship between them changing, she's glad she can lay here with him like this. So she can't stop herself from smiling gently as one of the headwings bumps against her hand, a chuckle escaping her in response; a soft, whispery sound lest she risk waking him. It's almost a little tempting to turn her touch there, but... That might get more of a response and it's still far too early, especially since they were up a little late. Which was her fault.

Not that she regrets it, though the faint sting along her neck tells her she might when she looks in the mirror later. For now she just yawns quietly, taking the a moment to stretch before relaxing against him once more; almost cat-like as she dozes. While she no longer has such intense night terrors, falling back asleep after waking up is still a mission and one she fails frequently.

With sleep evading her, she instead turns her attention to Sunday once more - again reaching to brush her fingers through his hair, though it's more of an absent-minded touch. Merely savouring the feeling of his hair through her fingers, as her still-sleepy attention stays focused on him. ]