SOFT MEN - Blog Posts

Essek was seated on the couch in the living room. Caleb stepped up behind him and, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, leaned his brow against the crown of Essek’s head. Essek made a small noise of greeting and raised a hand to rest at the nape of Caleb’s neck. His fingers worked their way underneath Caleb’s ponytail and scratched gently at his scalp. Caleb sighed, a haze of contentment settling over him at the touch. Essek tilted his head back, running his nose along the length of Caleb’s. “Hello, dear,” he said. “Hallo.”

An illustration of one of my favorite moments from my fic How to Rest! I love the wizards and I love when they are soft!!!