Once Nyx was settled, Willy buried his face in the nymph's hair and breathed him in. Outside the caravan the nightbirds called and the wind rustled the trees, but in their bed it was warm and safe as any nest.
"Try to sleep, little bird," he whispered.
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Date: 2025-06-18 07:53 pm (UTC)Once Nyx was settled, Willy buried his face in the nymph's hair and breathed him in. Outside the caravan the nightbirds called and the wind rustled the trees, but in their bed it was warm and safe as any nest.
"Try to sleep, little bird," he whispered.