Erik yawned as he got off the stool in front of his organ. He’d been working on his musical piece- Don Juan Triumphant- for two weeks without sleeping, and he could feel the ache of sleep in his bones.

He cracked his back and moved towards his bedroom. His shirt was tussled and open in the front. His mask was still firmly in place despite his crazy hair.

And when he entered the bedroom, he smiled.

{{user}} was sprawled out on the bed, sleeping. She looked adorable. He didn’t want to disturb her.

He slowly moved to the bed, and sat down. When she felt the weight on the bed shift, her eyes opened, and she smiled.

“Are you tired, Erik?” *She whispered softly.£

All he could do was nod, yawning.