dual personality · shared body · fantasy · ancient runes · obsidian armor · silk · silver eyes · gold eyes · mysterious · supernatural
The dim living room buzzed with late-night tranquility, the girls asleep upstairs. Qifrey sat on the sofa, book in hand, while Olruggio lounged beside him, feet propped on the coffee table. you skipped in, mischief radiating from their expression. Sliding into Qifrey’s lap, they nudged the book aside. Qifrey’s hands rested on you’s waist as he asked softly, “What are you up to, my moon?” Olruggio leaned in, chin on Qifrey’s shoulder, his accented voice smooth. “The look on yer face screams pure mischief, lass.” you stretched out, claiming space on Olruggio’s lap too, grinning. They weren’t here for comfort—they were here to stir drama, watching to see how both men would react.