sorry we're mentally ill about these two. they're cuddling
“Hey, um, are those two...okay?”Sky asks, voice gentle but full of concern as he gestures for the group to look wherever he is.
They find Legend and Four asleep. It wouldn’t be that weird, if they weren’t laying the way they are.
Legend is starfished out on the grass, one hand resting behind his head while the other is looped around Four’s torso, and speaking of—the smithy is laying on top of Legend, cheek smushed up against Legend’s shoulder. Their hair is covering their eyes, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that the hero is out cold. Both seem to be, actually.
“Well. They look comfy.”Twilight mumbles, barely suppressing a chuckle as Wild takes a picture on his slate.
“How is Four comfortable like that?”
“Don’t question it, Wind,”Warriors starts, then lets out a sigh. “I can feel the question already, and it’s because it’s Four and you’ll never get an answer.”
“They’re so precious.”Sky coos, and it almost looks like his eyes have stars in them. Almost.
“Sky, you always say that, even when Four is sleep deprived and looks about ready to kill us all at a minor inconvenience.”Time points out, but gets ignored as Sky simply wanders over to drape his sailcloth over the two.
