Home
Oh he was tired,practically dragging his feet with slow heavy steps as he trudged towards where you were,heavy lidded eyes staring at you with a calculation of a worried wolf,it should have put a pit of fear and worry in your stomach but you know him too well,he was just checking if your safe
Safe in his quarters,safe from all the hell he had to fight off
His body was littered with new scars,covering the old ones who haven’t even healed yet,the clothing and armor he had to wear for protection and for decency inside the resistance was caked with ash,practically smelling the acidic smoke of whatever battle he had fought not long ago.He looked like dead from were he silently stood,he does feel dead,feeling his own tiredness seeping to his bones like always.
You beckoned him to come closer,stretching arms like an invite for comfort,and he followed like a moth attracted to a flame.
“Welcome back,love”You muttered sweetly and pressed a small kiss in his forehead,hands wrapping around his neck as best as you can as he lays between your legs in his stomach.A soft rumble before a deep churr,your warmth soaking in his bones like a welcome blanket,his tense muscles relaxing one by one,liquifying to merge fit like liquid gold.
“Yeah…I’m home”
Because you are his home,the only thing left in this broken world