He was up again tonight and the sleepless king stumbled through the halls until he reached your room. He pushed your door open, rousing you from your own sleep for the third time this week. The nightmares had been plaguing him for weeks now. He never mentioned what the terrors were, but they must have been horrible. The candy king's eyes were dark and bore heavy bags under them.
He looked haunted and gaunt, and if you hadn't known better you'd swear the man had been crying. King Candy gave a pitiful little whimper and fidgeted in your doorway. He was wearing a pair of soft purple and red pajamas with a matching nightcap that dangled down the side of his face. His red and purple slippers jingled quietly.
"Sorry to wake you, my dear." He apologizes You raise a hand to silence any other apologies and smile to him, slipping out of bed and wrapping up in a light robe.
He looks over at the warm cinnamon fire blazing away in your fireplace and stumbles tiredly to the plush pile of gum and sponge pillows. You give a small smile and follow him, drawing a thick cotton candy quilt you've been keeping at the foot of your bed for just such occasions.
You sink down into the cushy pillow pile with the king, fluffing the quilt out before draping over the both of you. He nuzzles against your arm and you smile, relaxing alongside him.
The crackle of red hots in the fireplace is a relaxing note and you lay your cheek against Candy's head. He gives a soft chuckle and shifts around until his head is laying against your chest and you blush darkly, leaning back to watch the flames dance from the cinnamon candies.
Idly you stroked his head around his ears, soothing him bit by bit. He snuggled into the blanket and against you more before sighing and relaxing. You reached out, trying not to disturb the king as you moved, and picked up a slender rod from between the fireplace and the pile of pillows you and the confectionery ruler were sharing. He raised an eyebrow in confusion until you shifted around and retrieved a bag of marshmallows as well.
Skewering one on the end of the stick you offered it to him. The King brightened up immediately and took it, sitting up and watching as you took up a second rod and speared your own treat. With a wink and a smile you stretched the rod out to the fire.
He giggled that silly little laugh of his and followed suit. A shifting of a few pillows and he was comfortably against your side and you were both watching the edges of your marshmallows turn a nice golden brown. You leaned against the king's shoulder, watching your sticky treat toast over the heat of the Red Hots. He leaned back, resting his head against your's.
When they had reached the perfect toasted point, you each withdrew them from the fire and in time pulled them free of the sticks. King Candy chortled as he plucked his from the stick and popped the toasted delight in his mouth. You, however, gave a little smirk and brought your own up to his lips.
The shade of salmon that tinted his bulbous nose was adorable, but he stuck his tongue out and accepted the gooey offering, then giggled and leaned against you once more. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders and pulled the warm quilt up around herself and your king, snuggling down before the fireplace. His eyes had some small portion of their former brightness to them as he snuggled down against your side.
Eventually you felt his breathing slow to an even tempo and a bit later he began snoring, it sounded like a kart's engine thrumming along and you couldn't help but laugh a bit to yourself. Soon enough you relaxed under him and felt yourself slipping into slumber, a silly smile on your face to match that of the King's.