My friend.

*Mortis* · 08-26-2020, 05:20 PM

The exhausted boy let his body fall into the arithmetic manual labour at hand. Gently easing the sores in her muscles, doing what he could to lighten her load. He did it out of guilt, and fondness. A strange mix of the two that couldn’t be pried apart.

“Shh” he whispered gently as she threatened to fall asleep. That was the point. He would ensure she was relaxed and cosy here, and then he would continue his search. He had to. Her words told him she had guessed more then he had meant her to, and he flinched subtly at her plea.

When she hooked herself around him, he let out a soft, reluctant sigh. He wasn’t going to upset her, or pull himself free. Instead he flattened the ground beneath him with his paws and settled down properly, resting his head on her back once again, and closing his eyes. One of his wings nestled protectively around her. Before he even knew what hit him, he was dead to the world. So exhausted was he, that he would sleep deep and late, and likely many hours would pass them by

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My friend.

Hana

Mortis