Bowen lay in bed, her slender limbs entwined with the much longer limbs of Haiku's sleeping form. They had been staying inside a lot lately. With the world outside being strange and unnatural, it was safer to stay locked within the protective castle walls. Though how much longer the castle would be able to withstand the glowing madness, Bowen didn't know. Already the crystals were climbing the stone walls. It was unnerving.

The small fae shifted, moving her limbs to slide in closer to her lovers chest. Haiku was a big boy and Bowen was just a little thing, so it was easy to curl up right in the nook of his forelegs, her chest to his. It should have been daytime outside, she thought. These days it was difficult to tell. Either way, she let the man sleep a little longer, but eventually couldn't stop herself from stealing little kisses here and there.

Soft, pink lips trailed up the underside of Haiku's jaw. A little spark formed within the young fae and she continued by dragging her tongue over the trail of kisses. Need flared through Bowen as she slid upwards, draping one foreleg over the brute's thick neck. Her claws pulled through the thicker fur at the back of his neck while her lips found his own. It would be no secret what she wanted. What she needed. Haiku was the only one that could give it to her.

"Bowen & Haiku"

Bowen Arrow Carpathius

Haiku practically made himself at home in Bowen’s bedroom, though it felt more like their bedroom than just hers. The yearling was completely comfortable here, his arms wrapped around Bowen’s smaller form perfectly. Despite the crazy events he slept peacefully and deeply on that soft bed with her. Usually Bowen was first to wake. He was used to furs on the ground of his den, not incredibly plush beds, blankets, and pillows. Haiku slept like a baby here in the Hallows.

Bowen didn’t have to try very hard to coax him to wakefulness, as she began to stir she pulled him from colorful dreams. Almost on instinct he pulled her tighter, snuggling deeper as he held her a little longer. As he pulled himself from the depths of slumber Haiku began to blink open his eyes as Bowen shifted in his grasp, her chest to his own. He began to blink open his eyes as he felt her lips press to fur and skin before trailing her attention up the line of his jaw.

A deep rumble echoed in his chest as the girl shifted once more, draping her arm around his neck, her claws making rivulets in his fur as she trailed them through his pelt. At the same time she pressed her lips to his, the affection was soft and sweet, everything that Bowen was, but it was so much deeper than loving affection. It was the deep seated need and desire they shared for one another.

Haiku grinned into her kiss, closing his eyes as his paws traced the gentle curve of her waist his pads finally resting on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. "Good morning,” He breathed against her lips when he finally surfaced for air.

"Bowen & Haiku"

I have a white raven companion named Prose if she isn't mentioned assume she is nearby