Wake me up when September Ends. Or at six am. Whatevs. Date: Tuesday, September 15th, 2015 Time: Six am Location: Cassidy's room Characters: Ozias Fawkes and Cassidy Lark Description: Oz hovers Status/Rating: Private, in-progress, pg-13.
Oz had taken Cassidy home after their 'date'. And he hadn't really strayed that far from her since. He'd tucked her in and fluffed her pillows and made sure she had chocolate and an ice pack and a warm towel and a glass of water and a late night snack. And did she need anything? And is there anything he could get her? Oz wasn't of the smothering type - for very obvious reasons; he didn't know how to smother, that wasn't his upbringing. But when he hovered, he hovered at the Olympic level. He went into overdrive mother bear mode when he hovered, and Cassidy got to see the full effect of that during the night.
In the end, he didn't really leave her room; he fell asleep in a chair beside her bed, his tall, lanky form curled up and folded into the chair. It wasn't the most comfortable sleep, but if he'd left her and slept in his own bed, it probably would've been worse, because he'd spend the entire night worrying about her, even though he logically knew a sprained ankle or a broken ankle wasn't lethal. It wasn't life threatening.
And she seemed alright. Which was probably why he didn't mean to wake her up at an ungodly hour by prodding at her ankle, just to make sure she was actually alright. If she needed him to fluff her pillows or find her some painkillers or something. this tick was like checking a newborn's breathing just to make sure it was really just asleep and not dead. He just had to see her open her eyes to make sure she was still okay. And not like having dreams of his slicing open her throat or something - since the way she'd looked at him after he'd killed the wendigo was still very much a problem to him. So he prodded at her ankle, hovering over her.