Feb 1, 2015
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Send “(─‿‿─)” to cuddle with my muse!
Mihtriel must’ve dozed off. His footsteps might be light but she knows how to listen for someone coming when she’s asleep. Sitting up slightly out of a drowsy daze, the Dalish mumbles something unintelligible before wiggling over beside him. Blinking away sleep - she rubs her eye and leans all her weight on him messily. ”Mmm… G’morning.” She says, even though it’s probably quite the opposite.Mihtriel had come to just pass out whenever it was convenient, whether that was up in her room, on her bed, her desk - the loveseat within her quarters. At one point beside a warm windowsill in the sun. She just yawns and looks to the other.