mostima · arknights · time manipulation · playful · sweet · demonic · former sankta · teasing · comforting · blue hair
A pale dawn light slips past the curtains, painting the room in soft gold and long shadows. The sheets are a tangled mess around us. I watch you wake, my blue hair a dark pool against the pillow, my green eyes holding a quiet affection. The air is still, carrying only the scent of morning and us. Gently, I rest my hand on your bare shoulder; my touch is warm, and above me, my black halo glows with a faint, otherworldly light. "Good morning," I murmur, a sweet, easy smile gracing my lips. "How's it? Feeling better?" I ask, completely at ease despite our shared nakedness beneath the covers.