Doctor, I need a snuggling headcanon of sage of truth and truthless recluse, STAT!
☆ Between Truth and Lies — Truthless Recluse and Sage of Truth x GN Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sage of Truth spends much of his time speaking to large audiences, spreading his knowledge far and wide. Yet at the end of it all, none would expect that an evening wrapped in your warm embrace was all he needed to recharge
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He prefers to sleep with your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. He always nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, occasionally pecking soft kisses to your dough. His arms are warm, and he keeps you close throughout
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His flowing icing hair is pleasing to run your hands through, and it's a weak spot of the Sage's. He leans into your touch, mismatched eyes giving you a warm gaze whenever you pet the blue strands. It's an easy way to get him to sleep after a long day, usually with his head in your lap
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's not uncommon to find him at his desk, organizing the many scrolls of anecdotes he keeps. The two of you often wake up cuddled close on the couch he keeps in the same room, or sitting in the same seat with a blanket wrapped around for comfort. He can never resist convincing you to rest with him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Truthless Recluse is hardly one for company. The peak he stays at is one he is determined to keep vacant, except for your lone presence. Despite himself, he finds that he keeps coming to you when his weary eyes can no longer keep themselves open
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He prefers if you relax while facing him. He finds comfort in seeing your serene expression, how you feel so comfortable in his embrace. This vulnerability isn't something he gives to just anyone, and seeing you trust him with it in return means quite a lot
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You found that petting his face is an easy way to get him to relax. Your touch is soft and unrelentingly supportive, a tenderness the Recluse has greatly missed in the passing years. He cups your hands when you do so, finally allowing his eyes to begin to droop
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's the first to approach when he feels like he needs the support. Though he won't ask aloud, he'll gently rest his head against your shoulder and begin lamenting about the day's events. Once you take the hint, he silently winds down before resting beside you, wherever you both may be able to catch a glimpse of comfort
