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♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
It was rare that he would actually get petted or pampered. Naesala had never really been the spoiled type, and adding that into the shunning and hardship and general distance he had from Tellius society, he was accustomed to being on his own. Taking care of his own needs.
But damn it all if this little priestess wasn’t cooing and fawning all over him. Just because he was in his bird form.
It was easy to get addicted to it, the attention. Like many corvids, Naesala did love to have his ego stroked. He never really believed it when people complimented him, but all the same it was nice to hear. Sweet lies were still sweet, after all.
He let out a little ‘caw’ as she found a very nice place on the back of his neck to scratch and pet. The foreign king had become a mass of black feathers beside her. Sakura sat in the soft grass and he was settled in at her side, by now, head having dipped to lay in her lap. Because really, she was too good at preening for a Beorc.
It was far too relaxing.
“O-Oh... is that g-good Naes-sala-san?” she asked gently. He only let out a small gurgle in reply. Eyes had grown heavy and fallen shut, the urge to sleep upon him. She was busy stroking his feathers and picking out any cumbersome shedding from him, but now seemed like as good a time as any to take a nap.
Sakura seemed to notice, as the last thing he remembered hearing as he drifted off was her voice nearly giggling as it said, “G-Good night... Mr. Crow.”
Coming from her, that title didn’t feel like the insult it was back home.
