It was perhaps a bit later than planned for an awakening, but Ronan was decidedly comfortable where he was: in his bed, with a warm body beside him.

A warm body that had kept him up rather late the evening before.

Still, he was starting to stir; there seemed to be a knocking at his dorm room door.

[For the other occupant of the bed. And the ( Read more... )

Ronan was simply lazing around his room; he felt like he should properly be doing something productive, but instead he was simply reading a book. For pleasure. Mmm, books.

The door was propped open a little, in case anyone wanted to stop by.

[Expecting one, but feel free to stop by as long as it's set before Seregil's visit!]

Ronan stirred slightly, shifting a bit towards the nearest source of warmth. Mmm, warmth. Warm body.

He wasn't quite awake yet, but he was starting to get there. Even if he were fighting to stay under a little bit longer.

[For the other occupant of the bed!]

The privacy field -- something he'd not had to cast, really, since the previous summer; two summers, in fact, for Ronan, given that extra year -- was set around the bed, giving them a bit of clearance on either side and going to the ceiling above them. From the inside, it was a faint shimmer, clearly visible but not really obstructing the vision of ( Read more... )