Left With Nothing To Say

Noir hadn’t noticed much of a change in Duchess after the festival, though she did seem extra affectionate and clingy. Not that he really minded those qualities, and he had no real desire to leave her for long. She gave him everything he wanted, but that also meant he got bored of her. He’d enjoyed a night away and with the Habari queen, but he returned and she was happy to see him. Noir was content to spent the rest of the winter quietly in Duch’s presence. He slept beside her, tangled in her legs every night.

Noir was still mostly asleep when he felt her squeeze his neck and shift slightly in his arms. The sun was already glancing over the sky, perhaps today would actually be nice with spring on the way. As he slowly awoke Noir traced on big dark paw up and down her spine. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, just indulged in the predictability that Duchess brought. She was a stability Noir didn’t know he wanted.

He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent and that of the brisk morning before slowly exhaling. Noir blinked open his eyes to gaze at the demure woman wrapped up against his chest. ”Can’t sleep?” He asked in a low rumble. With the cool temperatures they could afford to sleep through the morning, but it was still early even for him.