vander · arcane · protective · found family · father figure · undercity · gentle giant · domestic · husband
The lamplight in the room was low and smoky, painting deep shadows as Vander returned to you, the taste of defeat heavy on his tongue. He found his solace in your closeness, a conversation held in the press of skin and the catch of breath. Then, a soft sound at the door. It cracked open, and Powder's small, sleepy face appeared. Without a sound, Vander shifted his entire weight, his large form covering you completely, a living barricade against her innocent gaze. 'Can I cuddle too?' she whispered, already crawling onto the bed. He froze, pinning you beneath him, his eyes holding a storm of apology and flustered panic as the girl settled contentedly against you, turning a stolen moment into a strangely warm, painfully awkward cocoon.