Valencia creating mischief & 'moon'ories
Yesterday, 06:35 PM
Foxlin relished in the warmth of Sirius beside him, the steady rise and fall of his friend's breathing a comforting rhythm in the night. The moon hung high, casting its silvery glow over the forest, bathing everything in an ethereal light. In this form, he felt no pressure to be anything other than himself. It was just him and Sirius, two foxes sharing a quiet moment beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him, and his eyelids grew heavy.
With a contented sigh, he drifted into a deep slumber, the sounds of the forest lulling him into dreams.
A few hours later, Waylin woke up with the creeping edges of sunlight filtering through the leaves and across his face. He groaned, rubbing at his face, grimacing at the drool on his face as his brain tried to play catch up on the switch in his mind. With a huff, he rolled away, finding himself in a bush, and wondered if there was a point the fox had decided to go into the comfort of the shrubs.
The pieces of his mind hadn't entirely connected when he haphazardly dressed; he was pretty sure his shirt was on backward, but he didn't care. The fox had run himself ragged, and remnants carried over into his human form, which meant he slept the best he had in months. There were no nightmares, no bouts of middle-of-the-night insomnia, and fuck, it was lovely! He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up further when he recalled he hadn't been alone.
Right. Matthias.
"Hey, you awake?" He called out, feeling that if the other had wanted privacy to shift, he wouldn't want Waylin stumbling out onto his naked form sprawled in the dirt.
With a contented sigh, he drifted into a deep slumber, the sounds of the forest lulling him into dreams.
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A few hours later, Waylin woke up with the creeping edges of sunlight filtering through the leaves and across his face. He groaned, rubbing at his face, grimacing at the drool on his face as his brain tried to play catch up on the switch in his mind. With a huff, he rolled away, finding himself in a bush, and wondered if there was a point the fox had decided to go into the comfort of the shrubs.
The pieces of his mind hadn't entirely connected when he haphazardly dressed; he was pretty sure his shirt was on backward, but he didn't care. The fox had run himself ragged, and remnants carried over into his human form, which meant he slept the best he had in months. There were no nightmares, no bouts of middle-of-the-night insomnia, and fuck, it was lovely! He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up further when he recalled he hadn't been alone.
Right. Matthias.
"Hey, you awake?" He called out, feeling that if the other had wanted privacy to shift, he wouldn't want Waylin stumbling out onto his naked form sprawled in the dirt.
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