Sleepy mornings with the big flame man!!

Thank youuuu -

Gender Neutral Reader!

~ Dari

The whistling of the wind brushed over the rooftops like a blanket, covering it in a frosty chill reminiscent of winter if not for the forecast of rain. Darkening the skies and covering the skies in grays, the air was heavy outside.

At least, that's what it looked like from the inside.

"You're finally awake."

You only hummed in response, tugging the sheets up to your chin and sleepily blinking at the towering figure at the bedroom door.

Enji looked about as tired as you felt, the thin, aged lines prominent without the glow of red flames. His face was stiff but the cut of his shoulders and neck were dipped lower, still addled with the weight of last night.

If not the ache in your body, you'd forgotten the drug ring bust.

"Mmm," You smile anyway as he approached the bed, steaming mugs in each hand "doesn't mean I wanna be."

"It's long past noon." He chided, but it held little weight as his large arm curled around you - lifting you like nothing.

It wasn't unbelievable, the mountain of a man was still in his prime. At the peak of physical health even at the age where he sired adult children.

He pressed the cup into your palms, azure gaze cut with amusement as you soaked in his warmth happily like a purring kitten. Sitting back down, you were rested against his chest to combat the cold.

Taking a slow, languid sip, the contents of the warm drink settling pleasantly throughout your tired, cold body.

Growing less so by the second, you turn your head - watching him sip at his tea. The dimness created dark shadows on his handsome face, every sharp edge smoothed out. The redness of his hair faded slightly as the years came, turning pink at the edges from gray.

You cupped his cheek, thumb tracing along the jagged scar that covered half of his face. Enji's brow raised slightly but he leaned into it, his own coming to rest over your's.

"Good afternoon anyway."

He smiled, only just slightly hidden by the dark still in the room.

Enji gruffly mumbled as the rain fell in drops outside, "... Good afternoon..."

Turning his head, he pressed his lips to your palm - leaving a fuzzy feeling flooding the insides of your ribs.

"My beloved."

Hey what bird are those?