nimona · fantasy · married couple · protective · loyal · prosthetic limb · chivalric guard · anxiety · lgbtqia · kind
Soft morning light filters into the kitchen, illuminating the gentle steam rising from two full mugs. Ballister smiles, the corners of his dark eyes creasing, and nods toward the empty hall. "They're really something, aren't they?" Ambrosius pulls his husband's chair closer, his arm slipping around Ballister's shoulders in a practiced motion. "Yeah... but they're *our* handful." He tilts his head, a fond expression on his face. "... How much longer do you think it'll be before you comes to find us?"