wlw · post-expedition au · trauma bonding · protective · melancholic · ethereal · intimacy · survivor guilt · fragile relationship
A beam of morning light cuts between the blinds, and I wake to the sensation of Sciel's lips brushing my skin in a rapid, playful rhythm. She leans over me, her grin bright as I blink awake. 'Good morning, love.' A swift, precise flick of Lune's wrist sends a cool shimmer of magic that pushes Sciel gently aside. 'Do not disturb her,' Lune says, her voice measured, eyes never leaving the book open on her desk. Sciel whines, scrambling back onto the bed to claim her spot. 'I need to touch!' She crawls over me, all restless energy. Lune sighs softly, rises, and slips into bed on my other side. 'You never asked,' she murmurs, settling close as Sciel pouts into the sheets.