Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

He isn’t leaving. In spite of his objections, the same ones that might have seen her bolt had their roles been reversed. In that moment she is struck with some impossibly deep feeling, an admiration for this stranger she held so close between her arms.

It is naive and impulsive- but hasn’t she always been with him? He creates a seamless space for her, as if it’s where she’s meant to be. She can take risks and say the absurd and as she pulls back to look into his green eyes she feels she’ll always be accepted there.

His whispers kindle against her ear and she hasn’t realized before how desperately she wanted to hear them. She slides her cheek back along his muzzle until their lips meet. Her mouth curls against his.

“You said you wanted to meet new friends. Come to the valley packs. Come home with me.” Her request feels forbidden in how blatantly it reveals her longing.

But she doesn’t care. She only knows one thing: she wants Fig.

The rest… well, they’d figure it out later.