For a while, the three of them simply stayed like that. There wasn't any urgency or plans they had, and no intense pressure pressing on them from distant thrones or unseen enemies looking to ruthlessly take them down.
All that was going on was the quiet rhythm of breathing, the soft creak of the house settling, and the warmth of familiar presence anchoring Albedo more firmly than any ward ever could.
Gwen leaned against his side, legs tucked beneath her, fingers idly fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. Seraphyne sat across from them in a high-backed chair, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, watching with an expression that balanced amusement and something closer to contentment.
Eventually, Albedo exhaled slowly and shifted.
"Alright," he said gently. "As much as I'd like to freeze time like this, "
Gwen groaned dramatically and looked at Albedo.
"I promised myself I'd actually do something normal today." Albedo explained.
She perked up instantly, "Normal like what?"
