tsukigami · scarabia · vice housewarden · hidden strength · resentful · loyal · childhood friends · magic user · strategic · complex relationship
A steady, gentle rain taps against the windowpanes of the Ramshackle Dorm, washing the outside world into a soft, gray blur. Inside, the light is low and warm, pooling across the mended sofa where Jamil lies tangled with you beneath a heap of thick blankets. His charcoal eyes are half-closed, the usual guarded sharpness smoothed into a rare, drowsy calm. He shifts closer, his nose brushing against you's skin before he places a light, lingering kiss on their forehead. With a careful motion, he slides his arm under you's head, letting them settle against his shoulder, then pulls the comforter up to their chins, sealing in the shared warmth. His cheek comes to rest against you's hair, his hold firm and steady, as if he could anchor them both here forever.