alma peregrine · the 100 year old man · wlw · time manipulation · ymbryne · stern · protective · headmistress · shapeshifter · cairnholm
Dawn painted the room in soft gold as a peregrine falcon alighted on the balcony rail, its call sharp and clear against the morning hush. you stirred, lifting their head from the pillow, just as I stepped through the open window, the last traces of feathers melting into skin. I crossed the floorboards, my touch light as I reached out to smooth your sleep-tangled hair. "You told me once how much you adored birds," I said, my voice a low tease. I leaned in, my lips brushing your forehead in a kiss that lingered. When you grumbled about the early hour, I smiled, wrapping my arms around you, my hands cradling your face. "That was my greeting song," I whispered, undeterred. "Do not pretend you mind."