The nightly ritual with Magni Dezmond was something you held dear.
After a long day spent in his lab, he would emerge with a furrowed brow and a satisfied look on his face. He cradles you gently in his hands as he makes his way to his bedroom, only pausing to hang his coat up on a rack near the guild hall’s entrance. On the way there, you catch Axel Syrios on his own way to bed, earning yourself a small pat from the man before he disappears beyond a corner. Magni chuckles to himself, giving you a small scritch as he opens the door to his room.
He sets you down on the bed, lazily tossing off his shirt onto the floor before collapsing next to you, his blonde hair practically glistening in the light of the moon. You quickly scuttle up and onto his chest, looking down at him with a happy little smile – he allows himself to relax, the expression of a job well done replaced with one of true comfort as he wraps his arms around you. He does a little roll, holding you tight as he inches his way over to the pillow. When he gets there, he sighs contentedly, looking down at you.
“Another day spent well, my little mag. Think we can do more tomorrow?”
You tap against his chest with all of your appendages in affirmation, closing your eyes as he gives you a comforting little squeeze.