#wen likes to be squished so going to sleep w both of them is a dream come true

[shivunin]

HUGS YOU SAY??

How about "cuddle pile" and/or "clinging to each other" for our trio?? 👀

Hey, Lilou c: Here is "cuddle pile" for our three!

(Hug Prompts)

Douse the Light

(Arianwen/Revka/Zevran | 649 Words | No warnings)

It had grown late in what felt like the blink of an eye. The sun had long since taken its leave, the moon shone faintly through the high windows of their bedroom in Vigil’s Keep, and yet the Warden-Commander was still hunched over a desk peering at her last-minute missives. 

Arianwen, lying on the bed with her hair unbound, yawned. Zevran sighed against her shoulder and squeezed her waist reflexively. They should’ve all been asleep hours ago, in truth, but…

“Come to bed,” Wen murmured. “Rev. It can wait.” 

“Can’t,” her lover said from the desk, leaning forward and scribbling faster. “Varrel said—”

Wen groaned. Zevran stirred and she passed a hand over his back to show him that all was well. He had a way of half-sleeping when one of them was still up, dozing without entirely dropping off, and she knew that if she ducked her head she would see a narrow sliver of gold eyes. He needed to sleep. They all needed to sleep. It’d been a long enough day already.

“I am going to throw your lamp out the window,” she informed Revka, her tone even. “And Varrel can go out and pick up the pieces in the morning.” 

Revka sat back in her chair, glaring at Wen. Wen stared back, raising a brow. For a moment, they watched each other, caught in a clear impasse.

At last, Zevran stirred and lifted his head, turning to look at the desk. 

“It is late,” he said, lifting a hand toward Revka. His voice was scratchy with sleep, his hair mussed. Wen adored him, and kissed his cheek to show it. “You know how foul-tempered our Wen is when she is tired. Do you want to coax her through drills in the morning?” 

“Rude,” Wen said, and kissed his cheek. She lifted a hand, too, and Revka’s expression wavered. “But correct. You’ve been outvoted. Time to sleep, love.” 

Revka’s stayed frozen at the desk for a moment, quill still in hand, but after a moment she rose and grimaced. Wen could hear her joints creak from the bed. Rev had been sitting there for hours now, through Wen sharpening her blades for the night, through the light conversation she’d made with Zevran while they got ready to sleep, and for half an hour past that, while the two of them had dozed in bed.

“Can—can get up early’n—” Revka began, looking back at the desk, but Wen shook her head. 

“I will lay on you. I mean it. We’ll split it up after breakfast and damn the consequences. The nobility can’t tell our handwriting apart anyway.” 

They couldn’t. It made forging important documents on Revka’s behalf very easy, which was a boon to all of them. Perks of learning to write in more or less the same place, she supposed. 

Revka shrugged off her green velvet dressing gown, which Wen had chosen for her especially in Amaranthine for her last birthday, and laid it over the trunk at the foot of the bed. The bed dipped on Wen’s side after the lamp was doused. Obligingly, she lifted the blankets for Revka to slide under, and Rev leaned over her to kiss Zevran before settling in against Wen’s body. 

When they were all settled together, legs entwined, Arianwen relaxed at last. It never quite felt right to go to sleep without both of them these days, like she was trying to rest in an unfamiliar room. Filled with a deep gratitude to both of them, Wen laced her fingers with each of their hands and lifted their knuckles to her lips in turn. 

“Goodnight,” she told them, savoring their combined weight on her shoulders, and rested their joined hands over her stomach. The others murmured their goodnights, voices dear and quiet in the dark room. 

Finally content, Wen snuggled into them and closed her eyes on the day.