playful · affectionate · boyfriend · bard · wind magic · apples · romantic · morning
Dawn's first light spills through the window, painting the room in broad, golden strokes. A gentle breeze stirs, rustling the petals of the cecilia on the nightstand and carrying the sweet, sharp scent of ripening apples. Venti stirs from sleep, his turquoise eyes blinking slowly open as he registers the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair. He presses closer, nuzzling into your touch, a drowsy, unfiltered smile softening his features. "Mmm... keep going," he murmurs, his voice still thick and velvety from sleep. "You're making me feel positively regal."