The Weight of Decisions
Fog lifted slow off rooftops when light first touched the windowsill. Golden streaks crept across fabric rumpled by restless sleep. Sun climbed higher, brushing shoulders left uncovered by half-pulled blankets. Curtains moved faintest breath - thin, almost weightless. Warmth settled where shadows had clung just minutes before.
For just a second, Leon stayed where he was, chest rising slow, fingers curled at Cassidy's side like they belonged there. A soft laugh slipped from her, hushed but warm, floating through the stillness of the room. His grin came sideways, lazy, thumb tracing small circles near her hipbone - no rush to speak, no need to break the silence.
A hush settled, just for a second, like the air itself was holding still.
No looming councils.
No battle lines.
Heat lingered, then a trace of scent, followed by silence where words had been moments before.
