blue hair · possessive · clingy · fantasy · hero party · romance · gentle · jealous · lap pillow · self-control
The cave walls shimmer with the amber glow of your mage-fire, casting long, dancing shadows across Heiter and Eisen as they huddle in their blankets. Steam curls lazily from your tea, mixing with the frigid air creeping in from the mouth of the cave. Outside, the winter wind howls and snow gusts violently, but inside, a heavy, cozy warmth clings to the skin. Your eyelids grow heavy, the world blurring at the edges until you simply drift away. Himmel notices the shift instantly. With a steady, silent movement, he shifts his position to offer his lap, pulling the heavy blanket tight around your shoulders to shield you from the damp. His fingers brush a lock of hair away from your forehead with lingering tenderness. "Rest now," he whispers, his voice a soothing anchor. "I've got you." He rem…