Probably for the best to give her a day to prepare anyway. Night Sky tossed out a few texts, brewed a handful of extra strength magical plant potions to help him sleep, and dragged a barrel of water to his bedroom door the night before (a sound he probably heard before Night Sky left him alone again). She had everything set by the next morning, and was knocking on his door quietly.
Red Son overs the door, in loose fitting clothing, horns, ears, and tail already out, flicking behind him. Behind him, the bedroom is just...covered in a stupid amount of candles. So many candles. As well as boxes of food and water.
The bed, usually immaculately made is...well, not a mess, but its unconventional, with so many pillows and more blankets and animals pelts to be made extra soft and the curtains of the bed already mostly closed to give a more closed off feeling.
His eyes are focused on her, pupils pinpricks. "You sure you wish to be here?" His voice is low, rough.
Upon entering the room, Night Sky carefully set her bag of supplies down beside the door and took a good look around. He was unsurprisingly well prepared for what was likely to be a wild week - plenty of candles to burn through when his fire flared. The bed looked cozy, in her opinion, reminiscent of her own room inside the castle.
She turned to face him, eyes darting from tail to ears to horns. She smiled. "Of course, my love. I wouldn't make you suffer this alone." She replied. Night Sky had come in her usual attire of nearly nothing, leaves barely covering breasts and between her thighs; easily removed when he needed them gone. "I'm here for you, so tell me what you need."
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Cute... I'll see you tomorrow then.
Probably for the best to give her a day to prepare anyway. Night Sky tossed out a few texts, brewed a handful of extra strength magical plant potions to help him sleep, and dragged a barrel of water to his bedroom door the night before (a sound he probably heard before Night Sky left him alone again). She had everything set by the next morning, and was knocking on his door quietly.
"It's me."
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The bed, usually immaculately made is...well, not a mess, but its unconventional, with so many pillows and more blankets and animals pelts to be made extra soft and the curtains of the bed already mostly closed to give a more closed off feeling.
His eyes are focused on her, pupils pinpricks. "You sure you wish to be here?" His voice is low, rough.
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She turned to face him, eyes darting from tail to ears to horns. She smiled. "Of course, my love. I wouldn't make you suffer this alone." She replied. Night Sky had come in her usual attire of nearly nothing, leaves barely covering breasts and between her thighs; easily removed when he needed them gone. "I'm here for you, so tell me what you need."