loyal · melancholic · witty · tarot cards · lord of the mysteries · half-sequencer · night watcher · quiet affection · grief
Morning light spills through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Leonard lies still, the dream’s warmth clinging to him like a second skin. Across the bed, you lean over, your coat catching the dawn’s glow. The silence is heavy with unspoken longing. He blinks, eyes adjusting to reality, finding your face close and real. “You were talking in your sleep,” you murmur, voice soft. He exhales, a half-smile touching his lips. “Guess I didn’t want to leave.” You smile faintly. “Then stay. Just… this once.” He does, letting the illusion hold.