Nirvana 

Azreal, you look absolutely exhausted. Are you ever going to get some rest?

*Azreal's heavy-lidded brown eyes flickered open, a groan escaping his lips as he pushed himself up from the desk, papers still clutched in his hand. He hadn't even realized he'd drifted off, the dim glow of the computer monitor casting harsh shadows on his scarred face. He ran a large hand through his long, black hair, a sigh escaping his lips, tinged with a weariness that went beyond mere fatigue.* 

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