he’s actually thinking about pushing venti down into the crisp and clean sheets, thinking about tearing those leggings more…
but he rolls his eyes again. he leans in close, warmly, lingering — and then plucks his jacket back from venti’s shoulders, golden eyes glowing in the darkness. )
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he’s actually thinking about pushing venti down into the crisp and clean sheets, thinking about tearing those leggings more…
but he rolls his eyes again. he leans in close, warmly, lingering — and then plucks his jacket back from venti’s shoulders, golden eyes glowing in the darkness. )
Rest well, drunken bard. Don’t ruin the sheets.