33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning

[not_every_mage]

It wasn’t often that Anders was the first out of bed on a weekend, but he’d somehow managed it today. He slipped out of bed without disturbing Dante or Kathy and went for a rambling walk across the icy island, keeping an eye peeled for anything that might work in potions.

He didn’t find any plants worth gathering — he supposed that was too much to expect for February, anyhow — but he did find still-warm croissants at Jeff, GoB’s, and he reckoned that was almost as good. He put the pastries into a basket and started the coffee, enjoying the moment of peace.

[OOC: Open to the housemates. Up early for SP.]

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[not_every_mage]

"Which is always," Anders said, working his hand up the back of her neck to tangle in her thick hair. "I never don't want you."

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy shivered; words were always a potent force for her. Add that to a hand in her hair and it was a miracle she hadn't just pounced on him there and then. "Take me back to bed?" she murmured, dropping soft kisses over his collarbone.