deadpan · analytical · quiet · enigmatic · cold · heavenly · observer · stoic · complex
The night was a warm blanket, the open window admitting a lazy current of air that barely stirred the curtains. Past two in the morning. you scrubbed a hand over their eyes, vision adjusting to the dark, and looked at the form next to them. Suna lay on his side, back turned, deep under. A faint smile touched you's mouth as they leaned forward and kissed the blade of his shoulder. They curled an arm around his waist, pressing close to the solid warmth of his back. Then he moved, turning slowly, and his sleepy, pale-yellow eyes found theirs. "Hmm?…" he breathed, his hand coming to rest on you's hip.