Topic: .(i'm not crazy); just going insane

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny sighed again as she reached the door to the bedroom, and shook her head. She understood Xaver's tiredness, but why in the world was Cody still asleep? She slowly walked over, reaching around Xaver to shake her son.

"Angel, time to get up. It's way past dawn."

Cody opened his eyes, tilting his head so he could see his mom.
"Don't wanna." He muttered, snuggling closer to Xaver's body, "Comfer'bl."

[Xaver]

Xaver still didn't stir, his breathing remaining slow, even, and deep. In sleep, he couldn't conceal the dark, weary discoloring beneath his eyes, even as it was slowly fading, or the many bruises that littered his form - nor the youthfulness that still remained in his creature, showing through without the consciousness of his thoughts to conceal it.

Cody snuggled against him, and instinct drew Xaver's face to the back of the boy's neck - but he made little other movement, remaining asleep..

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny sighed, "Just because you are comfortable doesn't mean the day isn't passing quickly. Come on, Cody. Get out of bed."

"Nope." Cody closed his eyes again, his face breaking into a smile. He knew his mom wouldn't simply pick him up. Not with Xaver's arms around him like they were. He liked where he was. He could hear his dad's breathing, could feel him beside him. Cody imagined he could even hear his dad's heartbeat, though he was slightly too far away for that.
He felt so safe, and warm, and floaty like. As if he was on a cloud.

"Brat." Ginny said, shaking her head and giving up. Though she could relate, she too liked sleeping near Xaver.

[Xaver]

Distantly, Xaver could hear Ginny and Cody's voices - and the knowledge of their nearness brought him comfort enough to remain in the grips of sleep. His thoughts wandered, as be fell back to that black obyss - though a few of them, even as his conscience faded, brought a physical shiver that reverberated through his figure.
Completely asleep once more, Xaver absently pressed his face deeper into the swell of the pillow beneath his head, yawning, limbs tightening, then falling slack, and still.
Unaware of the mild argument going on over him.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny threw up her arms and walked from the room, shaking her head.
"You're still going to bed early!" She called out behind her as she walked from the room, pulling off her sweatshirt as she went into the living room. She threw it on the couch and looked around her.
She'd done all the cleaning yesterday.

She ran a and through her hair and went to her desk, pulling a book from the small shelf above it. She sat down in the middle of the floor, opening the book. Inside were pictures, or so it seemed. But the pictures had not been taken by anyone. They were snapshots from Ginny's own memory.