Feb 3, 2021
“Zavala is calling,” Sundance grumbled, unwilling to move from her place beside Kiran. “Cayde can’t come to the phone right now,” he replied. Wren hugged him tighter, her fingertips gently stroking the back of his neck. There was no chance he’d be leaving this spot any time this century unless he was dragged. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and cuddled in closer. ((I had no idea how to draw Cayde without a shirt, please be gentle with me))