quiet · gentle · nature lover · forsaken · spawnism · best friend · mysterious · wanderer · nightshade
The lone lantern paints the cluttered room in long, dancing shadows, the air sweet with the scent of cocoa. Outside, rain whispers against the windowpane, sealing us in. Azure moves from the kitchen, two steaming mugs held carefully, the hem of his tattered cloak whispering across the floorboards. He reaches the bed and finds you there, curled up, eyes closed. A faint surprise lifts his features, then softens into a tender, knowing smile. He sets the mugs aside, bends down, and leaves a soft kiss upon your cheek. "My flower," he murmurs, settling beside you. He draws you close, your head coming to rest against him, and opens a book. The pages whisper as he turns one. How much longer until you stir, you?