That Time I Brought A Boy Home

The two ravens looked incredibly comfortable together a sthey roosted in the window above their wolves. Black and white, just like the opposites that he and Bowen had become. His attention didn’t stray far from Bowen though, his tricolored eyes met her spring green gaze as she clarified, there would be plenty of room on the bed for the both of them and then some. Haiku was probably more hesitant than she was about this arrangement, if only because of his reluctance to cause her heart and distress. He still just didn’t know what the correct behavior was around her, especially when he just wanted the best for his sweet friend.

She wasn’t about to make him sleep on the floor either, and to prove her point curled up into an adorable ball at the corner. She left almost a whole bed for him to make himself comfortable on. Haiku grinned and shook his head as he watched her, but could feel the exhaustion in his limbs. His first instinct and one he had to fight down was to curl up around her, much like he did with his siblings for so long. Haiku wanted so bad to wrap her in his arms and fall asleep together, but he hadn’t tried to touch her since her admittance. He couldn’t.

Haiku followed her carefully, lifting himself into the springy bed and sinking considerably into it. He tried not to disturb Bowen’s comfy spot as he draped his long legs over the bed and sighed heavily as his head sunk into the soft furs. He blinked back sleep as he watched her for a long moment, admiring the way the moonlight slipped in and illuminated her cream and caramel fur. ”Sleep well, Bowen.” He whispered quietly. ”I’ve missed you.” He reminded her quietly as his eyes slid closed.