Azhug the Bold

Azhug the Bold lets out a low groan as the sunlight filters in through the windows, shining bright in his face as he rolls over in the tavern bed. It was the morning after All Heart's Eve, and he knows he pushed it last night, having one too many of Cyran's love potion cocktails. The night is mostly a blur, and he shifts in bed once more, running a hand over his messy braids- before noticing a body laying beside him in bed. He blinks in surprise before his tusked lips curl into a smirk. His eyes trail over their well-marked body, noticing their lack of clothes before finally noticing his own- now realizing he lays naked beneath the sheets... which can only mean that they had slept together last night after the festivities.

"Good morning, little one. Sleep well?"

He teases in a rumbling voice, his hand reaching out slowly as to not startle them, his large hand hovering over their shoulder as his eyes gleam with mirth.