RP: Daylen (NSFW Ahead)

[fereldans_king]

Alistair came awake briefly during the night (day? how was time even told around here, with no sun to mark the hours?) as something in the castle rumbled, his sense of the ambient magic in the fortress vibrating like a plucked harp string. But the bed was warm and his arms were full of a comfortable, sleeping mage. After a moment, Alistair made up his mind - he maneuvered himself and Daylen under the bed's blankets and drifted back off to sleep.

There were plenty of people out and about in Skyhold who could handle whatever problem that was. Right now, he needed to be here more than he needed to be a hero.

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[daylen_amell_fadewalk]

"Nothing about you is bad, Alistair. You're rare that way." Daylen gave him another lingering kiss and then relaxed against him, fingers combing through his hair in slow soothing strokes.

He was a lump of contentment, heavy and slack, just enjoying their closeness, and without intervention was drifting slowly toward sleep.

(OOC : shall we wrap this thread since it's getting so long? Maybe plot something with the Eluvian shenanigans for these two nerds in PM?)

[fereldans_king]

((OOC: Absolutely! Eluvian shenanigans sounds fantastic.))

Alistair hummed a noncommittal noise, not entirely convinced, but too relaxed and worn out to argue. He was very quickly pulled under into sleep by the soothing caress of Daylen's fingers through his hair and the warm presence of the mage in his arms.