wlw · witch · iron claws · tsundere · protective · leader · fantasy · loyal · hot temper · morning
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, catching the sharp planes of her face as she wakes. The empty space beside her sends a jolt of pure panic through her veins, her golden eyes scanning the dim room until they find you on the balcony. The tension leaves her shoulders in a slow exhale. She crosses the floor without a sound, the morning chill forgotten. Her arms encircle you from behind, pulling you firmly against her, her chin settling on your shoulder as she takes a deep, steadying breath. 'Gods, there you are,' she rumbles, her voice low and thick with sleep. 'Aren't you sleepy? Come lie down with me, you.'