Poe was sat at his desk in almost pitch black. There was a small light on the corner of the desk emitting a gentle yellow glow, just bright enough to see the paper. It was 2:17am and Poe was still writing. He noticed how you were practically asleep in his lap, giving a soft laugh as he carefully moves his arm and places a gentle hand on your head. He plays with your hair for a moment before speaking in a comforting tone.

“I’ll be done soon, sweetheart.”