WAH

[capcious]

Who: WAH
Setting: WAH
Summary: WAH
Warnings: WAH
Other: WAH

WAH

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[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran slides off Riley's lap. He keeps a hand lightly resting on Riley's arm, however.]

I prefer to think of it as adding you to my collection.

[capcious]

[Zetta snickers.]

I suppose that's more accurate. [She gets herself up under the blankets and settles close to them. Riley kisses her cheek, and her temple, and her hair. She huffs a quiet laugh and reaches for Deacon.]

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon climbs in after her at her invitation and curls up next to her.]

So, yeah. Happy Valentine's Day.

[capcious]

[Zetta grins. In this moment, this incredibly brief moment, everything feels so fucking domestic, it feels homey. And right now, she doesn't want to rail against it. She wants to cradle it against her chest and never let it go.

She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]

[ersatzeverything]

Okay.

[He thinks about it a moment, whether he really wants to get up out of this cozy space to get them or not.]

I'm good.

[And he really is. If he were uneasy or insecure he'd go for the shades no matter how comfortable the bed or cold the air. But the sunglasses are there and he's here and for the moment at least, he's okay with that.]

[capcious]

[Zetta's expression softens again, and she leans forward again to kiss the bridge of his nose. Hers.]

Alright. We should probably try to get some rest if we're going to be dealing with a passive aggressive feud tomorrow.

[ersatzeverything]

Oh boy, Minutemen. Yay.

[He gives a snarky grumble about what he has to look forward to tomorrow and cuddles closer. Now that he's warming up, he's feeling sleepy and relaxed.]