I groaned and stretched, climbing the rope that served as stairs to the second floor. Without thinking, I walked into my usual room, tidying up and getting ready for bed.
"What are you doing?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw Akisame leaning against the doorframe, watching me curiously.
"Going to bed," I replied.
"Not here," he said, walking over and picking me up.
"What? Where will I sleep?" I asked.
"In my room," he answered, strolling down the hall. He toed open the door to his room and walked inside, laying me gently on his futon. I had been in Akisame's room very few times and never for more than a moment. It was his personal space and I never felt right entering it just to hang out.
His room was large, with a plush futon in the center and two massive bookshelves on one wall, over flowing with tomes. Next to the bookshelf sat a low desk, piled with papers and books in neat stacks. On another wall was more shelving, filled with music books, statues and pottery as well as other various trinkets. In front of this shelf was a music stand with an open book set on it and a guitar in a case at the side. Pictures decorated the walls, exquisite works of art that reflected the refined taste of this man.
I looked up as Akisame shed his clothes, dropping them in the hamper that was set near the door. He turned off the lights, casting the room into almost darkness. The moonlight through the window allowed me to see him as he walked over to the futon and lay down at my side. I curled up against his chest, feeling his arm wrap around my back and hold me tightly, his hand other hand reaching across his chest and caressing my cheek with his knuckles. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting him pet me.
"Goodnight, my dear," he said.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," I returned.
