Dawn light filtered through the windows of Adam's chambers, painting Luna's sleeping form in shades of gold and rose. Her green hair spread across the silk pillows like seaweed in a calm tide, the singed ends from her battle with Ra carefully trimmed but still visible reminders of how close they had come to losing.
Adam stirred first, his internal clock refusing to let him rest even in the sanctuary of their shared bed. His arm tightened around Luna's waist, drawing her closer as consciousness returned.
"Good morning," Luna murmured against his chest, her voice still thick with sleep but carrying the warmth that had become his anchor in the storm of rebellion.
"Good morning, beautiful," Adam replied softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her bare shoulder. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I had in weeks," she admitted, lifting her head to meet his eyes. "No dreams of burning gods or falling cities. Just... peace."
