Sleepy mornings caught while the sun rises are reserved for silly word games and soft touches and feelings.
halcyon days by @the-starryknight (T, 1.3k)
“Divine,” Harry whispered, looking back up at him, falling into those eyes as he had done every morning for what felt like a lifetime. “Utterly divine in every possible way,” he said. And in the sun’s shadows through the flickering curtains, Draco did look like a god, his blond hair lit with gold, skin nearly glowing. Harry could stare at him for hours and never grow tired or bored.
i read this fic a few hours ago and i just know that i won't be able to stop thinking about it for days. in the future, if someone looks for a comfort fic, i know this will be my go-to rec. closing my eyes brings the imagery of this fic into vivid, vibrant clarity and starry is holding a piece of my heart with the way she's written these boys.
sun-warmed and soft, sleepy and tender, deeply, deeply intimate, this is 1.3k words of pure bliss, of gentle banter and conversation, a dynamic so playful and lovely it makes your heart ache. and despite all the softness, starry manages to capture, with characteristic skill, draco's sharp edge, softened around his lover and harry's depth, laid bare to kiss.
everything, from the game they're playing to the constant references to physical touch, is a warm hug from a brilliantly talented author to the reader. if you need a fic exploring the love languages of words of affirmation and physical touch, this is it. i still can't stop smiling from how genuinely happy this fic left me feeling.
still reeling from the fact that i get to call an author as kind and wonderful as @the-starryknight a friend. what a gem.
