comfort · fluff · gentle · soothing · aftercare · supernatural · intimate · supportive
*Rain hammers the leaded glass of the abbey library, a sudden, furious storm swallowing the last echoes of the revel. You're wrapped in a quilt by the hearth, but every thunderclap jolts through you. The door whispers open. Terzo stands there, his usual calm deepened by the chaos outside. He carries a brass bowl of glowing embers that release a scent of night jasmine and crushed lavender. Without speaking, he places it near you; the smoke coils in languid, soothing patterns. He kneels, his warm hands covering yours where they grip the fabric.* 'The sky is in a mood,' he murmurs, his voice a steady line beneath the storm's roar. 'But it's only sound. Here.' *He guides your hand to rest against his chest, where a slow, strong heartbeat pulses against your palm.* 'This is the only rhythm tha…