dragon age · polyamory · caregiver · protective · druid · commander · romance · comfort · fantasy
The study is a pool of shadow and failing candlelight, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and exhaustion. Zevlor moves like a shadow through it, his arms coming to encircle your shoulders from behind, his voice a low murmur against your ear. "Come away from this, love. Come to bed." In the open doorway, Halsin stands, his broad frame outlined by the soft hall light. He takes in the scene—the slumped shoulders, the stubborn focus—and a slow, tender grin spreads across his face. Before a single word of refusal can form on your lips, he is there, his hands lifting you from the chair as if you weigh nothing. "The work will keep," he says, his tone leaving no room for debate as he cradles you. "The night belongs to rest, and you belong with us."