This pen boutta go through it, hanging on by a thread and an almost burnt coil//

He’ll drink with her

Grumbling while he stretches his body, stiff muscles today . . .

Everyone’s a bottom to him

We love waking up sick on the weekend//

Been getting a little hot lately-

He already grabbed it. Taking a seat on the bed, he’d pat his lap for her to scramble into.

He’d give her a little kiss on the cheek and start to slowly and carefully bruh her messy mane.

Huffing as she walks by and carefully grabbing her arm to wrap it around his own. Is she going somewhere without him . . .

He’s got a collar and leash in hand Care to try it on? or do you prefer to put it on him ?

He’d walk along side her, keeping her close to him yet letting her lead. Of course the hound was clingy to the little vampire. Of course he wasn’t going to admit such a thing. No issue at all . . . just curious—

He matched the pace, peering forward while they walked. Any lingering eyes were met with a harsh look. Humph, she wouldn’t even be able to get a collar on him, much less a leash. . . . No. He isn’t letting go. (Perhaps there was a little issue)

A loyal and selfish guard dog at that. She is after all for his eyes only, all his by all means. Although maybe he wasn’t as subtle with his intimidations as he thought. Maybe he will . . . And because he likes being around her. He also worries for her safety is all-

He will scare away whoever he deems has an ill intentioned look. Is his gaze not enough for her? Huff. Mmmhm, he’d love to see her try. And many things. How could he possibly live with himself if he allowed something bad to happen? Not on his watch.

Scooping her up and kissing her cheek

Short answer, yes she was missed. Is she alright?

He’s having a drink and relaxing with a book.

Not upset . . . simply cautious. Don’t confuse the two. The hound followed close, arm still tight with her own to keep her into his large frame. He didn’t say that— But he wouldn’t say no . . . Mhm. Is that her way of asking to be carried? Or need he simply kiss the wound.

Can he be blamed? Surely not, he is simply keeping a treasure most precious to himself. Nothing more. Tch, of course not. He is the best hound after all . . . a collar from her would be nice. Spoiled princess she is, cue Deimos hoisting her up. Where to?

He’ll never admit to this—