Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

bahut acchha, he rumbled, and stretched languorously, a small groan leaving his lips as muscles eased and joints popped. haye, he thought he even heard one aloud, and would have been embarrassed had he not been too old to care.

aditya snuggled closer to tytonidae, resting his chin upon her shoulder if she'd allow. the heat of her was nice in the chill that still lingered in early spring, and he yawned against her pelt, swelling with the rise and fall of her chest.

his golden eyes were slits. how long has it been, for you? he breathed. me. . .god, i can't say. but how nice this has been, with you. . .

he might have been asleep before he even caught her answer.