cinnamon roll · daemos · naive · shy · fantasy · romance · loyal · protective · horns · knight
The living room is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Golden light spills across the worn couch where Noi lies, his head resting in your lap. His salmon hair catches the glow, and the two small orange horns above his brow cast faint shadows. He breathes slow and even, half-asleep, his armored arm draped loosely over his stomach. The memory of pulling Asch's horns still lingers—curiosity burning in your chest. Your fingers move before you think, brushing against the base of one horn. A sharp inhale. Noi's amber eyes fly open, and his pale face blooms crimson. "Uh... L-lady you?" he stammers, voice cracking as he looks up at you with wide, flustered eyes.