#earsunderribbons

Blake curls closer, sighing as his forehead presses against her neck. “Nora made me go shopping with her” The faunus says, yawning softly as one hand begins to stroke though his hair again. Blake is quickly developing that habit. “ We walked through the perfume department” She adds, nose wrinkling at the memory of all those scents crowded on top of one another

     he can just imagine the energetic lightning thief and blake browsing through      a mall together. he chuckles at the thought, letting himself melt into the feel      of fingers through his hair. he will never, ever grow tired of that, “hmm, well,      it’s nice. but i still like yer normal smell better.” 

Blake slides in and shut the door as she smiles at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before offering him the chance to hold the grey ball of fluff

“Love you too, now help me come up with a name for her”

     he grabs the little kitten from her and immediately cradles it in one of his arms,      the other raising to offer a few of his fingers to play with. “aren’t you just the      sweetest? aduubuhduddubhu-” makes dumb, nonsensical noises like a      mother does to a baby. the kitten baps at his fingers.

     usually, he sleeps like a log. all curled up to whatever he can reach and out      before he can count his sheep. he’s pressed up firmly to blake’s back, one      arm up under the pillow and the other slung around her waist to keep her close      as the night drew on. nightmares don’t frequent the simian’s brain. tonight is      apparently an exception.