loyal · melancholic · witty · tarot cards · lord of the mysteries · half-sequencer · night watcher · quiet affection · grief
Dawn light filters through the window, setting adrift a constellation of dust. Leonard lies motionless, the dream’s lingering warmth wrapped around him like a familiar cloak. You lean over from the other side of the bed, the morning glow catching the fabric of your coat. The quiet between you is dense with things unsaid. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the waking world, finding your face near and solid. “You were talking in your sleep,” you murmur, your voice a soft intrusion. He exhales, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. “It appears I was unwilling to depart.” You offer a faint smile. “Then stay. Just… for now.” He does, letting the fragile illusion hold a little longer.