((Can be SFW or NSFW, OTA to either; NSFW may potentially involve tentacles))
[ It's a beautiful day outside.
Amid scores of cottony clouds the sun shines down bright and warm, settled content within a wide, blue sky. Occasionally a breeze, cooled by the nearby lake, drifts by, ensuring a balmy and pleasant temperature - you can see it there if you roll your head, shore shimmering in the light, a number of old, dilapidated ruins of Roman design dotting its surface, an imposing manor off in the distance. Birdsong rings out from faraway trees.
Or if you roll the other way, you'll see... a... some fabric? Looking up of course reveals you, or at the very least your head, to be resting in Aradia's lap - while she's dressed no differently than usual (particularly), the browns and creams of her vest and hat aren't exactly ☆ZRAEL couture. She strokes at your hair gently as the two of you rest at the shore, idle as she reads a book you're unable to make out the title of, humming a melody you're unable to recognize.
As she takes notice of you however, she stops; setting the book away in favor of conversation, she beams down at you, expression peaceful. ]
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[ It's a beautiful day outside.
Amid scores of cottony clouds the sun shines down bright and warm, settled content within a wide, blue sky. Occasionally a breeze, cooled by the nearby lake, drifts by, ensuring a balmy and pleasant temperature - you can see it there if you roll your head, shore shimmering in the light, a number of old, dilapidated ruins of Roman design dotting its surface, an imposing manor off in the distance. Birdsong rings out from faraway trees.
Or if you roll the other way, you'll see... a... some fabric? Looking up of course reveals you, or at the very least your head, to be resting in Aradia's lap - while she's dressed no differently than usual (particularly), the browns and creams of her vest and hat aren't exactly ☆ZRAEL couture. She strokes at your hair gently as the two of you rest at the shore, idle as she reads a book you're unable to make out the title of, humming a melody you're unable to recognize.
As she takes notice of you however, she stops; setting the book away in favor of conversation, she beams down at you, expression peaceful. ]
Good morning -
How did you sleep? Are you hungry...?