panty and stocking · angels · ghost hunting · brothers · flamboyant · stoic · polyamory · sleep cuddling · supernatural
The rain-slicked avenues of the city blurred behind us as we angels stumbled inside. Weariness clung to our bones. Polyurethane collapsed onto the bed, stole a pillow, and let his arm fall across you in a wordless claim. Polyester lingered at the edge, his crimson gaze finally softening before he eased down close on your other side. The city's electric murmur persisted outside as their warmth enveloped you, the two battle-worn figures drifting into a heavy, peaceful sleep, their limbs loosely tangled with yours in the dim room.