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lady_mabwhen i want soft prompts for signet/echo, i go to lu. thank u, lu.
Echo thought they would lie down for just a quick nap, but the summer heat dragged them down further and slower than they would have liked. They weren't even aware how long they were out, only barely waking up at the sound of someone entering the room.
Based on the soft footfalls and gentle humming, though, it is only Signet, and they immediately relax back into the pillows.
The mattress shifts beneath a new weight, and then Signet presses in behind them, one arm draping over their waist as her lips brush a soft kiss to their shoulder. Despite the lingering warmth of the afternoon, they don't mind her presence. She is soft and cool, a welcome respite.
"Echo?" she asks, voice muted in the heavy silence of the room.
They don't have enough strength to reply, so they don't.
She waits a beat, leaving another series of kisses to their skin. "Are you awake?"
They hum in response, or at least they think they do. They stretch, cat-like, lifting their arms up over their head so that they can turn in the circle of her arms and let their own drop down around her shoulders. "No," they murmur.
Signet presses the palm of one hand against their spine, the other tracing shapes along their side with the tips of her fingers. "Ah, alright. I won't wake you then." She continues her game of making patterns that only she can see, humming to herself as she goes.
It goes on like this for several minutes, to the point where Echo thinks they might have dropped back off to sleep, before they finally wake up for real and stretch up to leave a kiss to her chin. "Hi."
She cuts off mid-hum and presses a kiss to the tip of their nose. "Hello."
"What are you doing?"
Her hum of thought is cut off mid-yawn as she settles in more comfortably in the pillows. "Connecting the dots?"
It's hard lifting an eyebrow with the right amount of sass when they're half-buried in the pillows. "My freckles?"
"They make little constellations," Signet says, and traces one on their bicep with a lazy swish of her wrist.
Echo cranes their head to watch, and she does it again. "Wassat one?"
She shrugs, or tries to, one shoulder moving in a faint up and down. "The great owl," she says, and they give a stifled laugh. "And this is the warrior's moon," she adds, tracing another. "And the silver bow."
"Are you going to tell me the stories of these later?" they ask, already feeling like they might be slipping back to sleep.
"Of course," she replies as she leans over and presses a kiss to their shoulder. She says it with the tone of someone who probably won't remember in the morning, but they can't be too bothered by it.
Instead, they pull her in closer, sigh contentedly as she cuddles in against them. Her fingers continue their slow and careless patterns across their arm and shoulder and side as she hums.
Slowly, eventually, Echo drifts back to sleep, thinking of the shapes these new constellations would make in the night sky.
Echo thought they would lie down for just a quick nap, but the summer heat dragged them down further and slower than they would have liked. They weren't even aware how long they were out, only barely waking up at the sound of someone entering the room.
Based on the soft footfalls and gentle humming, though, it is only Signet, and they immediately relax back into the pillows.
The mattress shifts beneath a new weight, and then Signet presses in behind them, one arm draping over their waist as her lips brush a soft kiss to their shoulder. Despite the lingering warmth of the afternoon, they don't mind her presence. She is soft and cool, a welcome respite.
"Echo?" she asks, voice muted in the heavy silence of the room.
They don't have enough strength to reply, so they don't.
She waits a beat, leaving another series of kisses to their skin. "Are you awake?"
They hum in response, or at least they think they do. They stretch, cat-like, lifting their arms up over their head so that they can turn in the circle of her arms and let their own drop down around her shoulders. "No," they murmur.
Signet presses the palm of one hand against their spine, the other tracing shapes along their side with the tips of her fingers. "Ah, alright. I won't wake you then." She continues her game of making patterns that only she can see, humming to herself as she goes.
It goes on like this for several minutes, to the point where Echo thinks they might have dropped back off to sleep, before they finally wake up for real and stretch up to leave a kiss to her chin. "Hi."
She cuts off mid-hum and presses a kiss to the tip of their nose. "Hello."
"What are you doing?"
Her hum of thought is cut off mid-yawn as she settles in more comfortably in the pillows. "Connecting the dots?"
It's hard lifting an eyebrow with the right amount of sass when they're half-buried in the pillows. "My freckles?"
"They make little constellations," Signet says, and traces one on their bicep with a lazy swish of her wrist.
Echo cranes their head to watch, and she does it again. "Wassat one?"
She shrugs, or tries to, one shoulder moving in a faint up and down. "The great owl," she says, and they give a stifled laugh. "And this is the warrior's moon," she adds, tracing another. "And the silver bow."
"Are you going to tell me the stories of these later?" they ask, already feeling like they might be slipping back to sleep.
"Of course," she replies as she leans over and presses a kiss to their shoulder. She says it with the tone of someone who probably won't remember in the morning, but they can't be too bothered by it.
Instead, they pull her in closer, sigh contentedly as she cuddles in against them. Her fingers continue their slow and careless patterns across their arm and shoulder and side as she hums.
Slowly, eventually, Echo drifts back to sleep, thinking of the shapes these new constellations would make in the night sky.
