Hideaway Strath l. o. v. e.

Kynareth’s throat is noticeably dry. With the weather getting hotter and the sun beginning to appear more, he swears he’s going to start ripping out his winter coat if it doesn’t shed itself. Since he cannot do that, he means to find a different way to relieve himself. A nice drink and a cooling dip in the river. 

So as he moves towards the water source that splits through his beautiful territory, he allows his purple tongue to fall out of his lips and pant the heat from his body. Moving at a comfortable trot, his perky tail bobs on his hips as he moves forward, finally able to see the river. Yet, something else catches his eye. 

That beautiful russet man he knows as Patroclus. His attractive form lies out in the sun beside the river and he can’t help but smile as he moves towards him, completely forgetting about the water. He has something — someone — so much more worthy of his time. 

He’d make himself know by towering over his head and blocking the sun from his face. Leaning down to gently lap at his face.

“Sun bathing, sweetheart?” He asks with that horribly smooth voice of his. The one he knows makes the other male weak in the knees.