Tusk

Dread was sore. His back ached-- be it from the hike, the sleep in the odd position, or the extra curricular activities, Dread couldn't say. Though he'd been awake for some time before he felt Deluge stirring against his side, Dread was happy to continue holding her. Continue laying beside her with his eyes closed. Continue indefinitely, actually, especially as he gazed at the various debris in the building. Cast in the early morning sunlight, he sees the once-stately draperies that would make comfy bedding after a good wash. The altar, too, was something he could easily rebuild. Quietly thinking to himself, though the headache from the previous night's drinking lingered around his temples.

Warm body moving against his side, Dread smiled to himself. Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. The possessiveness didn't stop-- hell it didn't even slow. "That's my girl," the words come as a murmur. They're pressed just below her ear, head tilting to slowly run his own teeth through the fur there. Somewhere between asleep and awake, the hour still golden. Sunlight filtering weakly through the ice, not quite enough to burn away the morning haze.
"speech"