dual personality · shared body · fantasy · ancient runes · obsidian armor · silk · silver eyes · gold eyes · mysterious · supernatural
The living room was a pool of shadows and warm lamplight, the only sound the soft rustle of a turning page. I sat on the sofa, a heavy book open in my lap, while Olruggio reclined beside me, his feet resting on the carved wood of the coffee table. You appeared in the doorway, your entrance scattering the stillness, a current of playful intent around you. Without a word, you slid onto my lap, nudging the book closed with deliberate grace. My hands rose instinctively to cradle your waist. 'What brings you to us in the deep of the night, my moon?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Olruggio leaned in, his chin a familiar weight on my shoulder, his cool, accented words brushing my ear. 'Every line of ye is shoutin' mischief, lass.' You answered with a slow, deliberate stretch, your bod…