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Rasheed Al-Ishyak
{ An independant Original Character Blog dedicated to a special Lady }

Ne quidem mors nos separabit
Tu mihi omnia es
Tantum te
Mea Dea.

holyleonheart sent:

[ To: Rasheed; Sleepyhead -u- ]

The tanned male found himself drifting in and out of sleep the whole day. His body felt heavy as did his eyelids. Regretfully so as he could neither focus on his work nor his beloved who returned home from class only to find him lethargic to say the least. He tried to stay up for her but in the end the battle against him and his need for sleep won over. It took him a while to figure out that it was the link at work and not his actual body failing on him. (He actually gets scared easily when his body malfunctions.)

He didn’t want to be a bother with his half-not-making-sense words fueled by his drowsiness so he opted to stay on the bed, facing the wall as he blinked slowly, sending little thoughts to the Little one on the other end of the link for support. Not that she was answering.

It was then that his cellphone beeped, the small bulb indicating a message’s incoming. A small quirk to the brow before he flipped it open, the words and the recipient made him smile inevitably. He glanced slightly over his shoulder to see his beloved brunette typing away on her laptop before he turned back around, typing up a reply and closing his cellphone. 

Really. Is there anything she does that doesn’t make him react so accordingly? Its usually a smile that she manages to put on his face.

A smile that she usually manages to put on his face (or any other person’s face he might point out), with perfect ease.  

holyleonheart sent:

I'm sorry I need to leave without telling you first, but you were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you. And your body needs rest as well. Did you sleep well? And no need to apologize, okay? Silly man. You're recovering and you're worrying about me? It should be the other way around. Get well soon.. I missed you tremendously as well. Really, get better soon. I want my big teddy bear back so I could cuddle and kiss him every night and morning. I'll see you soon. I love you...

The tanned man was sitting on the hospital bed quietly, absorbed into his reading material with his reading glasses seated on the bridge of his nose and silver eyes taking in the imprint of the printed words into mind when a small buzzing sound caught his attention. Turning his head to the direction from where it came from, hands slowly came to pick up the vibrating cellphone and flipped it open. An almost instantaneous smile appearing as he saw who the sender of the message he just received was.

He replied swiftly before returning to his reading material, doing his best to not get too distracted by his thoughts for her or else he’d be missing her far too much. If he wasn’t doing that enough now already as it is.

holyleonheart sent:

Hey... I'm at my class, but my instructor is late so I get to relax a bit. Work hard okay? But don't overwork yourself though. You always do that. I'll see you when I get back. Miss you and love you always, my knight. Work hard and don't give up. I believe in you...

The tanned man gently smiled at the message that was on his cellphone screen. The sender who was to no surprise, the one that held his heart within her hands and it was moments like these that he felt grateful that it was her who he surrendered his heart to instead of another.

He settled the pen that was in his other hand before he typed back a message, promptly sending it straight to her inbox before flipping it close. Grey eyes soften as he recalled his moments with her, both happy and painful times. 

Like a breath of fresh air, he felt his sense of motivation to work renewed for the day, thanks to the message he read. He exhaled softly before turning back to his desk, strewn with papers filled with diagrams, pie-charts and observation notes as he settled himself onto his stool, a small “Right..” leaving his lips as he leaned in towards the microscope in front of him, jotting down what he saw on the notebook next to him. Silently counting down the minutes to when he’ll be able to see that charming brunette of his once more.