daylight lit up the cozy atelier. it was fairly quiet with Agott practicing spells in her room, Tetia and Coco chatting away in another room, and Richeh doing something to her liking tucked away in her own room.

Qifrey’s soft laughter briefly filled the quiet space as you were sat in your master’s lap, a sheet in hand as you peeled off small stickers to plaster onto his face. he wore his usual tight black long sleeved turtleneck, his robes loose around his legs and hanging off his hips and draped on the floor, tied around his hips. practical to be put on whenever he needed, though not right now. the fabric pooled around you and onto the floor, his legs crossed with you in the middle on his lap.

you had chosen to spend your time sticking stickers onto his cheeks and making conversation.

“I think that’s plenty, wouldn’t you say?”

a soft smile touched his lips as he spoke those gentle words laced with that usual british accent.