Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

she did not send him away.

he sighed softly against her fur as she placed a kiss upon his own chin. how wonderful it was and how he longed to live every moment like this.

boyish and free, beneath the stars with a pretty face that admired him too.

he might have tried to kiss her more if her voice had not pierced the air. it did not ruin the whimsy, but it would connect them. names exchanged were not often forgotten in these moments.

julian,

he only whispered warmly.

then reached to pull her close and comb softly at the ebony waves of her fur. like she might hide stardust in them for him to find.