Oh, Sweet Summer
After their first meeting Adam and Elias had form a bond together. Not one made from love or hatred, but one of courtship and bliss. The satyr sang and danced in the morning, played his wooden flute when the sun would set, and at night he would let the bull hold him in his strong arms as the stars gazed upon them. The bull, strong yet clumsy, watched with rapt attention as the satyr would dance and play for him. A shy bull he was at first time meeting the satyr, but his intentions grew with each night they stayed close to one another. The satyr leads the bull by hand to his favorite place to rest in, a ruin made of marble with limbs of fruit that grow through the cracks. Fresh water in a fountain where the satyr holds in his hands, and leads to the bull's lips for him to drink. Again the night is spent holding each other. A gift for the lovely @camilleflyingrotten for her cute Basic Chicken au, you can continue it on my ao3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9183457
