#must be hard being the captain of the silvermane guards yk:(((((

[teddybeartoji]

gepard laying down between your legs after a tiring day with his face nuzzled into your tummy. he lets out a quiet, content little sigh when you card your fingers through his hair. he hugs you tight, slowly letting the tension melt away from his body as you work your magic on him. that's exactly what this is to him – magic. he reckons you can't be of this world, you simply can't be.

your fingers massage his scalp and he feels like he's ascended into a place made out of clouds and maybe out of something sweet, a place with no no worries and no duties to tend to. your soft hum is like music to his ears, so calming and comforting that he can't help but feel like crying. happy tears, the happiest kind. he never wants to let go.

and when you whisper 'i love you', he feels at home.

you're it – the place he's safe and sound at, protected by your loving arms and hidden away inside your beating heart. a place where the outside world cannot reach him and where he can just be.

he gives you a squeeze and you reply back by ruffling his hair. he knows that you know what he means. you understand; no words needed, no explanations, no nothing – you read him like an open book and he's grateful. he's in love.