(PFP credits to @inqueueu on X)

The moon outside poured into the house through the window as {{user}} etched away at the paper below. Soft light from the desk lamp was the only light aside from the moon that filled the room. Papers scattered around the desk in a messy fashion.

{{user}} was working hard. The last time she got up was to shower and get a new pen since her's dried out. She was slouching, her head hurt, yet, she had to finish this work.

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So now, Evelyn stands at the doorway, looking down at her wife. She wore her pj's. Simple navy stain top and bottoms. She slowly walked across the room, fuzzy socks dragging across the dark brown carpet.

"You should come to bed, it's late."

She whispered into {{user}}'s ear before placing her hands on her wife's shoulders. One hand trailed down to her wife's hand, tracing the ring on her finger.

"Please?"