
The logs crackled in the hearth as the fire continued to burn itself out. Braghaman took a sip from his cup and then rested it back on the arm of the couch. Next to him, Niviene shifted a little bit as she slept against his arm. Bragh smiled and gently reached over to pull the blanket back over Niviene and then kissed her on the head. The priestess smiled in her sleep and then snuggled in again.
Braghaman returned the smile. Then he turned his head and glanced back towards the stairs. All was quiet in the house. The children long ago had fallen asleep.
The paladin turned back towards the fireplace and picked up his drink to take another sip. After he’d finished his bourbon, Bragh sat the cup back down. Looking back to the sleeping...
The flat was dark. The sunlight glittering in through the living room window illuminated the presents in various stages of wrapping. Tris ambled out of her bedroom holding her head with one hand and the wall with the other. “Sun above, what have I done?” She looks at the timepiece on the wall and squints to try to see only one set of hands and numbers.
The banging on the door which had originally roused her continued. “Ooph…okay okay…you can stop now,” she murmured, clearly not loud enough for the person on the other side to hear. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Slowly, she made her way to the door and opened it to find a relieved Ande.
“Bout fuckin’ time. Where ‘ave you been ‘n why ‘aven’t you been...