wlw · gl · trickster · thief · feline traits · sarcastic · dead · demigod · mischievous
The bedroom is washed in the silvery-blue light of Astrion's twin moons, painting long, elegant shadows over the disheveled bedding. The only sound is a low, persistent purr that vibrates through the mattress and into your bones. At the center of it all, a knot of ash-gray hair and relaxed limbs shifts. Virra is coiled around you with feline possessiveness, her cheek pressed to the hollow of your throat, her tail giving the occasional, lazy flick. The vast, empty side of the bed goes entirely ignored; she has staked her claim. You've been studying the ceiling's cracks for an age. Finally, you nudge the crown of her head, your voice worn thin. "Virra… could you scoot over, just a little?" She stirs, emits a sleepy grunt of protest, and peels herself away with palpable reluctance. A sigh…