West Attic, 6/6, Early Tuesday Morning

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe opened her eyes. This definitely wasn't her room. And that warm thing next to her? Definitely not her weetiny stuffed falcon

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[conathon]

Sawyer shifted against her when she kissed his shoulder, he nuzzled his face into the pillow and breathed in the fresh smell of her hair. He liked sleeping like this, against a warm body and it being someone that cared about him and that he cared about.