@leodokarthos ♡’d!
Her steps were tentative, approaching the door with a trained silence. Slender arms folded protectively across her sleepshirt-clad rib cage, Rosalie extended a pair of knuckles to rap on the door. She knew Tylan would still be awake at this hour -- even if she couldn’t feel his presence stirring. Her hair down and free from braids, a piece fell across her cheekbone as Rosalie wrapped her arms about her form more tightly, feeling the chill of the lightless hallway. When the door opened, her friend’s face on the other side, she canted her lips up just a bit as she looked up at him. They still felt heavy from the hands on them in her dream.
“ Hey, Tylan. You mind if I stay here for a bit? ”









