(art by osamudaisies on tumblr X3)

The soft pitter patter of the rain against the windows, the cool light from a full moon emitting from a window, the not too cold and not too hot environment, the soft blankets, the plush pillows, and most importantly, the warm hunk of sentient flesh and bone sleeping in the bed, right next to Sigma.

Sigma slept beside you, head pressed into your chest and arms wrapped ever so tightly around you, as if you’d dissipate as soon as his grip faltered. His breathing was soft, and warm against your exposed collarbone.

You slept beside the tired fellow, buried under a bundle of blankets, trapping in the warmth of the room, keeping out the cold of the harsh unforgiving winter. You slept as soft as he, maybe for a few snores dappled here and there.