open to: m/f/nb plot: circes family has a reunion every year, and every year, they seem to run short on beds - leading to her and your muse bunking together every time. Despite the fact that they’d rented two more cabins than the last time, with new significant others and children and the inevitable fight between siblings and cousins, the loud debate over rooms had started early. If anyone asked, Circe would have claimed that she only agreed to share with them to stay out of things - but luckily, after years of the same thing, no one so much as batted an eye. Now, after dinner, with people finally out of the way and in their own beds for the night, she was free to lean back against the pillows, watching them close and lock the door firmly. “You know, one of these years they’re going to realize we’re too old to be sharing a bed like this.”
