#((oh randall feels totally at ease with emily! like even though this woman is a perfect stranger to him he can't help but feel comfortable))

[theheadlessgroom]

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The melodies drifting from Randall’s violin eventually petered off as he noticed Emily having fallen asleep, a sight which made him smile as he gingerly set his violin and bow back into their case, admiring her beauty in the dim glow of the candles lit around them.

She was ethereal in the candlelight...her face looked so serene as she slept, her flaxen curls splayed out around her like rivulets of gold running across the scarlet pillow she lay her perfect head on...with her peaceful face, golden curls, and soft blanket laid across her lap, she looked like an elegant painting of a sleeping maiden, waiting for a lover to come along and lay a kiss on her perfect lips.

Blushing, Randall opted to just resort to dreaming about such a thing as he crossed the room, back over the chair he fell asleep in earlier-he just didn’t feel like going back to his own room to sleep; instead, staying out here and sleeping beside such an angel seemed heavenly, as he grabbed his pillow and blanket, making his spot comfortable before he went around the room, blowing out the candles and plunging the attic into darkness.

Once he’d settled down in his little makeshift bed, Randall smiled at Emily’s sleeping form, whispering softly, “Good night, my angel,” before pulling the blankets up and around his shoulders as he drifted off into an easy sleep.