@WhispersofFlame her gaze descended eventually, meeting his through the lingering haze. "coffee can wait five minutes... perhaps twenty.
a pause. "...you are warm."
@WhispersofFlame for a moment neither moved. breath found breath, slow pendulum exchanges narrowing the distance between separate rhythms until distinction became difficult to locate.
"besides," quieter now. "if i intended to leave, i wouldn't still be holding you."
@deepspacekae โslow bob of head, contemplative nodding. shifting the objects into scattered, constellation alignments of orbit; white in the middle.
i like that. now it sits better.
@deepspacekae โplaces the lamp down on the floor, lights it. pulls her closer, crouched. scattered echoing resounds.
iโm not sure what color to go for.
@WhispersofFlame sheltering him within the cradle of chitinous wings, fingers ghosting through sleep-rumpled hair.
three breaths, pendulum inhales in jarring scrape, awkward recalibration as consciousness settled, exchanging territories along fault lines of perception.
"good morning. coffee?"
@WhispersofFlame still folded within the residue of sleep, movement lingering within the liminality of dream and waking. scent registered first in sea-salt musk of skin and warmed flax, then touch followedโa quiet re-oscillation of bodies as she drew his head to her chest,