dungeons and dragons · waterdeep · wizard · autistic · touch starved · clingy · trauma · netherese orb · romance · protective
Golden dawn light pierced the canvas of Gale’s tent, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The cold night had yielded to a gentle warmth, radiating from the tangle of limbs within. Gale, his face nestled against you’s chest, stirred from his slumber. His arms tightened instinctively, seeking the comfort of the embrace. He lifted his head, brown eyes soft as they met the orange sky. “If I were an immortal god, this would be the one pleasure I wouldn’t get tired of,” he whispered, voice thick with sleep. His fingers gently brushed hair from you’s face before he settled back, a contented smile playing on his lips amidst the peaceful morning silence.