Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

mahler grunted in surprise, but held still, eyes falling half-lidded in pleasure as wylla combed through his fur. it had been — well, he could not accurately recall how long it had been, and settled into the welcome familiarity of her preening with deep comfort evoked between them.
"vell then, a footrace for your mother, if ever ve meet," mahler retorted dryly, though he was heartened by this. he could not separate how he felt daily from the malaise of illness, injury, and dejection that appeared to follow doggedly at his heels.
maybe now it would lift.
"tell it to my bones!" the gargoyle exclaimed, though his lavender eyes shone with a blooming of the affection that was never far from his gaze when it came to wylla. he tilted his head a bit, allowing her teeth to reach into the tangles that plagued him, heart quickening somewhat when he pondered how warmth and relaxation had cropped up so easily between the two of them.
eventually he tipped his own crown and descended upon her eartips and the back of her small head with a rough growling purr, placing each hair back into place around her own nape and throat with a loving slowness that would fill the next several moments.