Heyyo! For the dravbles prompt, I was thinking of Hawthorn and how they would react to a Lumin that uses the cold autumn air as a reason for snuggles?
Hawthorn absently traces abstract shapes and half realized sigils into your legs where you’re sprawled across their lap. You’re leaning on their shoulder, half asleep, and they’re reading on their phone, but you’ve rarely been more smug.
When you first sprawled in their lap they’d given you an amused look and an arched brow, but accepted your affection with open arms. It’s fall, you’d explained, tone and expression innocent, I’m cold. They’d laughed, a hand wrapping around your ankle as you nuzzled closer.
Now, you’re bundled in one of their hoodies, one that definitely used to be Oleander’s given how big it is, sleepily clinging to them, face buried in their shoulder. You’re almost out, in that sweet hazy place between awakeness and sleep, when you’re shifted.
Hawthorn nudges you back, slipping out from under you as they rearrange you both. They ease you into lying back, climbing between your legs to lie on top of you, arms wrapping around your waist. The weight of them is heavenly, making you relax into the couch almost immediately. They hum a soft, pleased noise as they look down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before nuzzling into you neck.
You’re warm, surrounded by the smell of home and lover, and you sink back into sleep quickly.Â
