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RE: place your head on my beating heart - Elettra - Mar 12, 2015
There was some moments of silence between them, silence which Elettra allowed to let linger as he kept his body pressed close to her own. She too thought her of sons as he did, but not only Greer which had wondered off, but to Asriel who had also departed now long after their last litter was born. To Deacon, wondering when he might have an itch to wonder too far again. To Skoll and Morganna, who were becoming two shortly and would likely forge their own path to themselves and lastly, to Castiel, who may be left without sister nor brother here within Willow Ridge.
He spoke to her then, asking her to stay with him tonight, to which a smile forced over her graying lips. His lick to her chin was returned with a lick along his snout and up his muzzle. She was silent, but a small nod was given in agreement. She moves then forward, along the length of his impressive frame and then back around to his other side to that she may press her check to the white of his washed out face. "Just us." The words coo from her lips and she slips forth, inching into the darkness of the storage den.
RE: place your head on my beating heart - Angier - Mar 20, 2015
She agreed. No arguments, no hesitation, no exasperation over his still lingering neediness, and no more discussion. That was that. He gave a rather indulgent growl as she walked around him, pressing up against him as she came about his other side. His nose tickled from a brush of the tip of her tail and he continued to smile at her, his confidence and sense of self fully restored. "Just us," she had said before gracefully pulling away from him and into the den.
"Just us," he whispered again with a bit of pep this time, the words leaving him in a matter of breaths before moving forward to join her inside. The dark space was cozy, even almost comforting with the aroma of old herbage from seasons past. It was an earthy smell, one that typically soothed fidgety puppies to sleep with the accompaniment of a summer lullaby. Slowly and carefully, Angier waited for her to settle down first before easing himself up beside her while using himself as a barricade against the cold, craving to warm her with his body heat.
He wrapped his tail around the curve of her side and spine before resting his chin on his wrists, poking his tongue out to place on more rather playful kiss to the side of her face when he had attempted to aim for her the bridge or side of her muzzle. "Rest now," he whispered to her, closing his eyes. "When yer ready fer something to eat, ya let me know."
(Fade.)