Missing Him
Abel lay curled up in the den they had found. It was a small building that had ivy and greenery growing over it, creating a very nice, very comfortable den once they had pulled in some pillows and blankets from another abandoned home.
Seph slithered into the den and curled up around Abel in a protective gesture. "Don't worry. He'll find us," soothed Seph, stroking a hand over Abel's hair. "We're his treasures."
"I miss him," whispered Abel, cuddling close. He said a silent prayer that their master would find them and soon.
Seph slithered into the den and curled up around Abel in a protective gesture. "Don't worry. He'll find us," soothed Seph, stroking a hand over Abel's hair. "We're his treasures."
"I miss him," whispered Abel, cuddling close. He said a silent prayer that their master would find them and soon.