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[iniquiticity]

wellreadfan asked
K, Greenhouses Alexander?

“Alexander. Alexander!”

Broad hands held his face. A deep voice was somewhere outside. The voice set him at ease. He felt very tired and safe. The feelings were unfamiliar, but he trusted them. He trusted them and the voice.

The hands moved from his hands and down on his arms. At his chest. Something warm pressed to him. Bare skin?

“Alexander. You have to stay awake. Did you hear me? Awake!”

He flicked his head in what was intended to be a nod. The voice told him to be awake, despite how nice it might have been to drift off. There was some confusion outside the voice and the arms. He could not consider it. Staying awake was difficult enough. Perhaps the voice would just allow a slight nap–

“Do not leave me, you rascal!” the voice demanded. The voice was an unceasing master. Fair.

“Yes, sir,” he thought to say, although he knew not what occured. The hands held him close. He could be awake, if the hands would remain.