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[guhamun]

@nvrcmplt said (inbox):

Mattered not if his was canine or human, resting his head upon Nanami's thigh as he sat at his heel was a delight no other creature could claim better than his own. To smile with facial muscles that moved and showed his content as lashes close and hands rest upon knee and shin. As Weissager breaths slow and even in his slumber, as he allows his shadows to recede with the territory well protected by his presence alone. Happiness in the core of the Hound that awaits dangers to swiftly clean them out for his Mate. A content monster under the hand of its tamer. A willing soul at their beck and call, and yet completely their equal. A divine fate, a demonic possession, no matter the title, it was gained here.

FINGERS GENTLY CARD THROUGH dark hair, Nanami having said nothing as he had merely allowed Weissager to relax without interruption. There were times that he found himself thinking about when they had first met in what felt like so long ago. How it all started with him catching sight of an ominous black hound in the distance – watching him, observing, as if attempting to find something, and occasionally, for reasons he didn’t know, assisting him. It might have been foolish for him to open his door to the other in time, but he didn’t regret the choice he had made. After all, from the very beginning, he hadn’t felt the need to be on guard with Weissager. There was never any killing intent, never any hunger like what wafted from curses when they saw him… Just a feeling that he couldn’t quite pinpoint as anything other than curiosity. ❝Sleep well. I’ll be looking after you this time.❞ Even if they didn’t at all need it. For once, rather than looking over Nanami as he slept, he would be doing that for them instead. It was what they deserved for all their hard work.

     Glancing away for a moment, he looked towards the window with its partially drawn curtains, taking note of just how bright the moon was that night. Even despite all the city lights making it near impossible to see any stars, the moon was a constant presence that could never be drowned out by anything other than a cloudy sky. It was a sight that Nanami, as a sorcerer, saw on quite a regular basis. However, whereas that sight had once filled him with quiet dread so long ago, right now, he felt at peace. Maybe that was due to Weissager’s presence being a source of comfort. Turning his attention back to the hellhound with a small smile upon the edges of his lips, he tucked a piece of hair behind their ear. Not many could say they felt that in the presence of a demon…

     And yet here he was.