Re: Carriage House: Atticus M/Raven P
[The coffee mug was on the arm of the chair. Was nearly empty now, and Atticus wasn't expecting her to come out to where he was sitting. Was a nice night. Hot, but starting to lose the bite of summer. Was sweating, but didn't mind that. Was a good night. The moon was getting full, and it felt easier to breathe outside than it did inside. Was ridiculous. Had grown up in the most congested city in the country; had never even seen a sky like this in his youth. Had been different when he'd been moved Upstate, but before that this kind of sky didn't exist. Didn't know how the wolves in Chicago did it.
Digressing. Wasn't expecting her to come out.
Looked down when he heard her steps. Had his head tipped back, gaze on the sky, but he looked to see her walking out in his sheets. Shook his head, but let her sit against his shin, and then he tipped his head back again, gaze on the stars.] No concept of personal space, bird.