Sera sighed in her sleep, a quiet content sound, as she shifted under the sheets, rolling over in hopes of curling up in her lover's arms. However, she found herself leaving dreamland when she was met with a cold empty space, instead of the warmth she expected. This time her sigh was a sigh of annoyance.
The Breach was closed, and Corphy-whatever was dead. With nothing life threatening on the horizon, she and the Inquistior decided it would be a good time to take their relationship to another level. That level being living together. It took a week for the elf's things to find a place in Adaar's room, and a month after that for the two of them to fall in a comfortable routine, she rarely thought about her nook anymore, because their wasn't a better home than the one she shared with Adaar now. Knowing that made her feel a little guilty for being annoyed at the lack of said person beside her. She hugged the taller woman's pillow close as substitute.
Her lover was a morning person, early bird sort of thing. But it was not a "rise as the sun did" early bird sort of thing, which is what Sera assumed when Adaar told her of her preference. Instead if was like the Inquisitor made it a point to never allow the sun to catch her still asleep. So, instead, it was a "rise at ungodly hours" thing, and consequently, a "leave Sera to wake without her" thing. Which is what was annoying the elf currently. She saw no point in this if her mornings did not consist of waking up to the light of her life. She might as well still live in her nook.
Another sigh, this one no longer harsh, at least toward Adaar. She was certainly thinking some rather harsh thoughts toward herself. She could just be thinking unreasonably. Still, the details of her mornings without her love was disheartening. It was always too quiet, and a chill would settle in the air as loneliness settled in her. Plus, the sound of a pen scratching always gave her an infernal headache, and...
Sera's mind stilled as she registered her last thought. Sound of a pen scratching? There is no doubt as to what that sound was, carrying through the air like a whispered secret she desperately needed to hear. Her hearing was not the only sense that was being alerted to a change in scenery. Was that Antivian coffee? Really? Sera finally sat up, scrunching her nose a little at the sharp aroma, leveling her gaze at the source of these things. Her love was settled behind the almost too small and usually abandoned desk in the corner of the room, paper work that Sera hoped was finished scattered about it, with a grin that showed she was happy to see the elf awake.
"Good morning." The Inqusitior greeted, setting down what she had been focused on to give her full attention to Sera.
"Mornin'" She mumbled in response, still a little sleepy, but mostly taken of guard. She noted to herself that the room was warm. "I thought you would be working..."
Adaar motioned to what was on her desk, "I am. But your better scenery than cobwebs, obviously. Just had to move everything up here, that took a bit." Sera nodded to show she understood, and a pause settled over the two of them before Adaar spoke again, "Is it okay? That I work here in the mornings, I mean. I don't want to disturb you."
Sera smiled, "It's more than okay."