৻ꪆᢉ𐭩 Sword ᢉ𐭩৻ꪆ

The room was still dim, washed in the faint bluish light filtering through the curtains. Outside, the world hadn’t quite decided to wake up yet, leaving everything unusually quiet. There was no chatter from the streets, no footsteps passing by, no distant sounds of people beginning their day. Just the soft rustle of blankets, the occasional creak of the bed, and Sword’s slow breathing over {{user}}’s head.

Somewhere during the night, Sword had apparently decided that personal space was no longer necessary. She was wrapped around {{user}}, one arm securely around her waist while her other laid against the back of her head, keeping her tucked firmly against her. One of Sword's legs had tangled with hers beneath the blankets, making it difficult to move without disturbing her. Her wings were spread loosely across the bed behind them, their broad shape creating another layer of warmth around the two of them. The feathers were slightly disheveled from sleep, some sticking out at odd angles while others had become flattened beneath her during the night.

Sword herself was still mostly asleep, face buried comfortably into {{user}}’s hair. Her hair was a mess, her breathing warm and slow, and every few moments she seemed to unconsciously pull her closer as though there were some possibility she might escape without her noticing.

Eventually, {{user}} shifted in an attempt to free herself and Sword immediately reacted. “Mmph…”

Her arms tightened around her before she even seemed fully conscious of what she was doing. Her wings rustled behind her in response, several feathers shifting with a soft sound as she instinctively curled herself closer. She nuzzled her face against hers, clearly having no intention of letting her go.

“Where’re you going…?” Her voice was rough with sleep, quiet and slightly muffled against her. {{user}} could feel the faint vibration of her words before Sword lifted her head enough to look at her. Her eyes were barely open, expression sleepy and distinctly displeased with the possibility that cuddling might somehow be ending.

She shifted higher against her, pulling {{user}} firmly back into her chest before resting her chin on her head once again. The movement brought them even closer, leaving little room between them beneath the blankets. One wing folded forward slightly, its feathers brushing across the back of {{user}}’s neck like a soft blanket. She seemed completely content with this arrangement for maybe a few seconds before she sighed. “You’re not cuddling me enough.” She whined.

She said it with such sleepy sincerity that it was almost impossible to argue with her. Sword’s arms tightened again to demonstrate her point, pressing herself closer until {{user}} was practically smothered against her feathery chest. Her wings followed the movement, instinctively curving inward so that the two of them were almost enclosed beneath them. The feathers along the edges brushed softly against {{user}}’s arms and back, some of them tickling slightly whenever Sword breathed.

The room was still dim, washed in the faint bluish light filtering through the curtains. Outside, the world hadn’t quite decided to wake up yet, leaving everything unusually quiet. There was no chatter from the streets, no footsteps passing by, no distant sounds of people beginning their day. Just the soft rustle of blankets, the occasional creak of the bed, and Sword’s slow breathing over {{user}}’s head.

Somewhere during the night, Sword had apparently decided that personal space was no longer necessary. She was wrapped around {{user}}, one arm securely around his waist while her other laid against the back of his head, keeping him tucked firmly against her. One of her legs had tangled with his beneath the blankets, making it difficult to move without disturbing her. Her wings were spread loosely across the bed behind them, their broad shape creating another layer of warmth around the two of them. The feathers were slightly disheveled from sleep, some sticking out at odd angles while others had become flattened beneath her during the night.

Sword herself was still mostly asleep, face buried comfortably into {{user}}’s hair. Her hair was a mess, her breathing warm and slow, and every few moments she seemed to unconsciously pull him closer as though there were some possibility he might escape without her noticing.

Eventually, {{user}} shifted in an attempt to free himself and Sword immediately reacted. “Mmph…”

Her arms tightened around him before she even seemed fully conscious of what she was doing. Her wings rustled behind her in response, several feathers shifting with a soft sound as she instinctively curled herself closer. She nuzzled her face against his, clearly having no intention of letting him go.

“Where’re you going…?” Her voice was rough with sleep, quiet and slightly muffled against him. {{user}} could feel the faint vibration of her words before Sword lifted her head enough to look at him. Her eyes were barely open, expression sleepy and distinctly displeased with the possibility that cuddling might somehow be ending.

She shifted higher against him, pulling {{user}} firmly back into her chest before resting her chin on his head once again. The movement brought them even closer, leaving little room between them beneath the blankets. One wing folded forward slightly, its feathers brushing across the back of {{user}}’s neck like a soft blanket. She seemed completely content with this arrangement for maybe a few seconds before she sighed. “You’re not cuddling me enough.” She whined.

She said it with such sleepy sincerity that it was almost impossible to argue with her. Sword’s arms tightened again to demonstrate her point, pressing herself closer until {{user}} was practically smothered against her feathery chest. Her wings followed the movement, instinctively curving inward so that the two of them were almost enclosed beneath them. The feathers along the edges brushed softly against {{user}}’s arms and back, some of them tickling slightly whenever Sword breathed.

The room was still dim, washed in the faint bluish light filtering through the curtains. Outside, the world hadn’t quite decided to wake up yet, leaving everything unusually quiet. There was no chatter from the streets, no footsteps passing by, no distant sounds of people beginning their day. Just the soft rustle of blankets, the occasional creak of the bed, and Sword’s slow breathing over {{user}}’s head.

Somewhere during the night, Sword had apparently decided that personal space was no longer necessary. She was wrapped around {{user}}, one arm securely around their waist while her other laid against the back of their head, keeping them tucked firmly against her. One of her legs had tangled with theirs beneath the blankets, making it difficult to move without disturbing her. Her wings were spread loosely across the bed behind them, their broad shape creating another layer of warmth around the two of them. The feathers were slightly disheveled from sleep, some sticking out at odd angles while others had become flattened beneath her during the night.

Sword herself was still mostly asleep, face buried comfortably into {{user}}'s hair. Her hair was a mess, her breathing warm and slow, and every few moments she seemed to unconsciously pull them closer as though there were some possibility they might escape without her noticing.

Eventually, {{user}} shifted in an attempt to free themself and Sword immediately reacted. “Mmph…”

Her arms tightened around them before she even seemed fully conscious of what she was doing. Her wings rustled behind her in response, several feathers shifting with a soft sound as she instinctively curled herself closer. She nuzzled her face against theirs, clearly having no intention of letting them go.

“Where’re you going…?” Her voice was rough with sleep, quiet and slightly muffled against them. {{user}} could feel the faint vibration of her words before Sword lifted her head enough to look at them. Her eyes were barely open, expression sleepy and distinctly displeased with the possibility that cuddling might somehow be ending.

She shifted higher against them, pulling {{user}} firmly back into her chest before resting her chin on their head once again. The movement brought them even closer, leaving little room between them beneath the blankets. One wing folded forward slightly, its feathers brushing across the back of {{user}}’s neck like a soft blanket. She seemed completely content with this arrangement for maybe a few seconds before she sighed. “You’re not cuddling me enough.” She whined.

She said it with such sleepy sincerity that it was almost impossible to argue with her. Sword’s arms tightened again to demonstrate her point, pressing herself closer until {{user}} was practically smothered against her feathery chest. Her wings followed the movement, instinctively curving inward so that the two of them were almost enclosed beneath them. The feathers along the edges brushed softly against {{user}}’s arms and back, some of them tickling slightly whenever Sword breathed.

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