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Percy sighed, just having put the last of his children to bed. He closes the door to Vax’s room, listening to snow falling on the rooftop. As he lay on the door, a “Darling?” from the living room grabs his attention.
He walks over, shoes echoing on the floor. Standing against the chair in front of the fireplace is his wife, in a deep blue sleep dress, the light from the fireplace flickering across her face. He looks her up and down and notices she’s holding two mugs, one the same blue as her dress and the other grey.
“Care for a drink?” Vex’ahlia holds up the grey mug. Percival walks over, kissing her on the shoulder before taking the ceramic from her hands, brushing against calloused fingers.
Percy holds the drink- it smells strongly of chocolate and cinnamon and takes a sip, noticing the aftertaste of whiskey and other spices. Vex’ahlia pats the plush arm of the chair, leading him to sit. He obliges, Vex’ahlia adjusting herself to sit on the arm itself, perfectly balancing between it and her husband and letting an arm lazily drape around his shoulder.
Together, they drink from their mugs, looking into the fire, content.