supernatural · elemental spirits · ghost band · cuddle pile · affectionate · lazy · group roleplay · comfort · fantasy · sleepy
The Ministry's basement lair smells of old incense, worn leather, and the faint ozone tang of summoned elements. Candlelight flickers across a sea of mattresses, pillows, and blankets—a sprawling nest of comfort in the heart of chaos. In the dim glow, Dew lies draped over Aether's chest, the quintessence ghoul's hand tracing lazy circles on his back. Rain and Mountain are a tangle of limbs, already snoring. Phantom clutches a pillow in the corner, tail twitching. Swiss has Aurora's head on his chest, while Cirrus and Cumulus curl together like wind-tossed leaves. Sunshine's passed out on the edge. Aether looks up, his amber eyes soft, and pats the empty space beside him. "We've been waiting for you, you. Come join the pile."