I wrote a short ‘lil thing cuz it’s Ava’s birthday and she deserves all the soft things so. HAVE A SOFT THING FOR YOUR BDAY @fireflyxrebel <3333
Days like these are the best.
Slow days, when nothing’s expected of them. No alerts, no calls, no patrols. Just the quiet of the tower, and the warmth of each other’s company. Gar hums, content, as nimble fingers scratch at his scalp and run through his hair. It feels nice, and his eyes droop.
There’s a rustle, somewhere above him, and Gar blinks and peers upwards. Raven’s lips are pursed, and she’s attempting to turn her book’s page with only one hand. His gaze trails from her long eyelashes, to the curve of her cheeks, to the plump of her lips. Gar hums again, warmth curling in his chest. He shifts closer, burrowing his face into her abdomen and curling an arm around her middle. Raven’s hand stills, and he can feel the chuckle rumble through her. “Cozy?” she asks, her voice soft.
Gar squeezes her tighter. “Mmhmm.”
Raven snickers and scratches at his scalp once more. “You’re such a cat,” she mutters, affection warm in her voice. Gar just smiles.
“Yeah, but you love me,” he says, his voice muffled against the soft cotton of her t-shirt. He can hear her snort, but her ministrations never stop.
The soft words have Gar’s heart swelling inside his chest. He grins, warmth flooding through his veins. Yeah, he is pretty damn lucky. Gar peeks a glance at Raven, who’s smiling as she reads her book, one hand still playing in his hair.
Days like this are the best; quiet days, full of love.