A kiss, perchance?
They always want to kiss him, there is never a moment that they don't much to the disgust of their clan mates. Clan mates who in Torrie's opinion can go and get stuffed. "Simon," they whisper in the early hours of the evening just after the sun has set. It is rare that he sleeps in their bed, always so busy with his work that sometimes he just passes out in his office. But when he does Torrie gets to wake up to the sight of him. "Simon." They inch closer under the sheets, seeking his permission. A blue hand ruffles their hair and Torrie captures the fingers with their own before placing a kiss to each knuckle. They could stay like this forever.










