Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse
Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse
It makes no sound, those it's empty eyes do immediately open at the intrusion of it's space. Not that it figured it could really be anyone else besides Leondas. Not from the warmth he emitted or his smell.
Autumn approached, and Leo was slowing down from his warmer months activity. Sometimes opting to laze about with the shadow from time to time.
And though it wasn't uncommon for them to sleep nearby one another. It was indeed strange for him to be so close. Prey animals do this. Pack animals.
Were they a pack?
Lucio dutifully slides his tongue over Leo's cheekbone. Not lustfully, but in a way of care. Affectionate, cleaning. He's always stained in blood.
It says nothing, the large pile of hay and dried straw was large enough for the both of them. And... it's happy to have someone else lie with him. To sleep and purr in comfort with. Leo's warmth something it is enraptured by.
It sleeps soundly, it's hands holding the other against it's large frame.
The night passes sweetly, the forest is quiet. Save for Leondas' breathing.
