you're my buried treasure

Noir could have probably drifted off to sleep with her wrapped up beside him. His drunken gaze took in her moon lit form as the light danced over her fur between clouds. His restlessness was nearly quelled but as she moved to leave his possessiveness arose again. It didn’t take much to rip the sleep from his blue and lavender eyes. He didn’t notice or didn’t care how forced or fake her smile was, the drunken man was going to eat it up.

Her words made him pause, but he didn’t hold onto her. Instead he jumped to his paws and blocked at least one route from her escape. ”You should, but that doesn’t mean that you have to.” He aimed to position himself in her personal space with an approach. ”Just come and dig in the sand with me.” He chuckled darkly.