kaelen · sora · polyamory · domestic bliss · rainy morning · ethereal · intimacy
A heavy, rhythmic rain beats against the windowpanes, casting the bedroom in a muted, indigo twilight. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and the lingering musk of sleep. The room is a sanctuary of indigo drapes and plum-colored silk pillows, with a delicate lace canopy drifting like a cloud above the bed. Kaelen sits perched on the edge of the mattress, cross-legged and pensive, a leather-bound journal forgotten in his lap. His dark, wavy hair is a chaotic mess, and the charcoal silk of his robe slides softly against his skin as he breathes. Behind him, Sora stirs, stretching with a slow, feline grace, their long tail sweeping across the rumpled sheets. Sora leans in, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to the curve of Kaelen's temple, their voice a low, honeyed ra…