"I have a pretty view in front of me now…"
Ronan paused for a heartbeat, lifting his eyes again—just long enough to give Riven a look that fell somewhere between amusement and exasperation. It was the kind of look that said you're ridiculous, but also I like it.
Then, without a word, he went back to work, his pen gliding across the page in swift, efficient strokes.
Riven didn't mind the silence. He settled deeper into the cushions, his tail slowly starting to wag with a rhythmic swish-swish that thudded softly against the edge of the couch. He wasn't even aware of it at first. It just moved on its own, like his body couldn't contain the contentment bubbling inside him.
There was something soothing about being here. Even if Ronan wasn't paying him full attention, his presence was enough. Warm, solid, grounding.
