a gpose of wren seated on a table, reaching for sidurgu's chin. one of his arms is in the foreground, bandaged. there's a fic summary also included, which reads: She doesn't bother to protest — there's little reason to call him back to bed unless she means to dress his wound or tend to whatever need had arisen while she'd procured supplies. It would be unwise. They work well together. The arrangement needs complications precisely as much as she needs another ill-timed vision from the echo. As a consequence of sharing a room, Wren and Sidurgu catch each other in a compromising situation.
i'll be your daydream
sidurgu orl/specific warrior of light
explicit | one-shot | complete
#gardensfic | #wrensid | #xivfic