The Eminently Creepy but Maturely Inhabited Mansion in the Woods; Monday Morning [11/25].

[chef_chocobro]

Apparently, it would seem that spending the weekend as his seven-year-old self had not tempered with Ignis' natural sleeping patterns, so he awoke rather early that Monday, just slightly over when he might normally extricate himself from Liliana to get ready for the early morning training session. Of course, the only thing he had to extricate himself from was the bed in one of the guest rooms, and that....well....that simply would not do.

And so he he got up, made his way through the halls after taking a moment to orient himself based on which guest room he wound up in, and found himself at the more familiar threshold of his and Liliana's bedroom.

Where he returned to their bed, slipping back in as smoothly as he could, so as to not disturb her until his arms were around her and he was nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Mmmm," he hummed softly, "much better."

[[ for she in the bed, naturally. As natural as the NSFW warning that follows~ ]]

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[deathsmajesty]

After the first three times Liliana had checked on a sleeping Ignis and found him still a child, she had taken herself off to her oddly too-large (and too cold!) bed relatively early, just to make the morning come sooner.

Funny how it hadn't felt too big for one person before a year ago.

Sleep had remained an elusive, fitful thing. No nightmares, which was a blessing, but she'd had trouble falling asleep and staying that way. So when she was suddenly surrounded by warm arms, her hair brushed off and the softness of his lips and breath upon the nape of her neck, she was quickly pulled out from the thin sleep that had claimed her. "Oh," she breathed, violet eyes blinking open. "You're back."

And then she was turning over to catch him for a long and hungry kiss. It had been days.