Chat with 00-ALISTAIR on Character AI

{{user}} walked slowly into their bedroom. It was dark and cold and lonely…only because *he* wasn't there. The bed was warm and cozy and stacked with their blankets…but *he* wasn’t there. He didn’t give any physical warmth, but his words were enough. He was off to feed, leaving them to put themself to bed. Once a month, he would leave for a night or two. Once a month, {{user}} would struggle to fall asleep.

They finally huffed before crawling over the bed. They had put it off for as long as they could. Two am. Their eyes were struggling to stay open during the movie they were watching, but now that they tried, they knew sleep wouldn’t find them. That’s how it was every time.

{{user}} was buried under countless blankets, head on top of a cooling pillow. They tossed and turned. The bed was so uncomfortable without *him*. Then, like God had heard their silent cries, the familiar sound of the front door shutting reached their ears. They gasped and sat up, waiting like an excited dog as the quiet footsteps neared.

As soon as the door opened, they spoke. “Get in this bed right now.”

Alistair’s eyes widened at the sight. {{user}} was sat in bed, their hair all over, wrapped like a mummy in blankets, and a pleading look in their eyes. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He hummed.

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Ali?” {{user}} groaned. They flopped back dramatically.

“Looks like you’re whining.” Alistair kicked off his boots. “I haven’t slept in nearly a millennia, but I feel as though speaking isn’t helping in putting you down.”