[ Nocwich isn't Cadens, precisely, but the people that make up his family are here. It's plenty. He doesn't need more.
He returns the kiss, then inches over on the bed. He has one foot propped up to ease the strain on it. There are more fucking pillows on this bed than he knows what to do with—courtesy of Jaskier—so he shoves one to the ground to clear some room. His boots are scattered somewhere on a corner.
Lingering exhaustion sends him to sleep quicker than usual. This is the first time he's able to rest without keeping one eye out; between her familiar scent and the bustling noise, it's easier to remember he's home. ]
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He returns the kiss, then inches over on the bed. He has one foot propped up to ease the strain on it. There are more fucking pillows on this bed than he knows what to do with—courtesy of Jaskier—so he shoves one to the ground to clear some room. His boots are scattered somewhere on a corner.
Lingering exhaustion sends him to sleep quicker than usual. This is the first time he's able to rest without keeping one eye out; between her familiar scent and the bustling noise, it's easier to remember he's home. ]