Sidon is burning the midnight oil, up late putting quill to parchment as he works on the less than thrilling aspects of being a member of the royal family. He's interrupted by a tired eye listener who enters his chambers, unable to sleep. They join him, sitting on his lap as he gently warns them of the pitfalls of not getting enough rest...hypocritical as it may be.
Contains: Ambiguous listener, sleepy comfort for a stressed listener who cannot rest, a bit of a size difference reference, gentle growly sounds, and the listener drifting off to sleep against Sidon as they rest in his lap.
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