Somnus  The evening before they had remained awake long into the night, lost in talk, in debates, discussing everything from politics, the workings of the world, and to their own simple pleasures. It was an innocent affair, but it was for that very innocence that Somnus had found himself drawn irrevocably closer to the mystery that was Caelum. He was truly something else… The cold winter chill did not reach him, blanketed by the titan’s massive wings, warmed by their shared heat. Caelum was night, Somnus was day, and he couldn’t help but feel as though they revolved around one another. The analytical part of his mind desperately wanted to figure out what it was, this pull, but the other part, the physical part, simply wanted to let whatever this was happen smoothly, and simply enjoy it for what it was. How long since he had been this comfortable and content? How long had it been since he hadn’t awoken in a sheen of sweat spurred by night terrors of screams, blood, and fire, the name of his late-King a forlorn gasp on trembling lips? Caelum chased all of that away, simply by being a proverbial rock for Somnus to lean against, and it was… Well, for the lack of a better term, it was nice. Dark lips turned up in a smile, emotion swimming in the strategist’s verdant eyes. “Good morning.” Feeling rather bold, he upturned his muzzle and nuzzled into the juncture of the titan’s throatlatch, ever mindful of the horn upon his brow, relishing in his scent, his feel. Whatever was blossoming between them, he had every intention to let it run its course. ”Thank you, for last night. I quite enjoyed it.” And still, laying so close together, he was loathe to pry himself from beneath the starborn’s heavenly wings. |
@Caelum - <3 <3
