[/html]"I think they make you special," she offered in response to his mention of the tics. They were sporadic, and they were unnerving sometimes, but it gave the German a flair that no other coyote within Inferni had. Her fingers gently brushed his cheek to punctuate the sentence, a gesture to show she was fond of him, small as it was. He was clearly tired, though she was still awake.
As she gave his cheek a gentle nuzzle, he leaned forward to compensate for a lack of balance. It was humorous, but she kept another laugh tucked inside; better not to appear too amused. His request surprised her: "At least snuggle with me." Lingering closeness wasn't something she was familiar with, and she balked at the possibility of it. Still, she gave a nod and shifted on the mattress, pushing herself closer to him and allowing her arms to fall over his waist. He was, height wise, smaller than she and it made for an awkward position, but Talitha was able to get comfortable with ease.
It was less strange than she had first expected, and once used to the situation, she pushed her face against his chest. Her ears twitched, listening to his hear beat as she waited for him to drift off to sleep. While she fought against it, she found her own eyes closing, her ability to keep them open fading with each new second. Cotl was a passing fling, but a fling that made her feel safe just like her father did. It offered a blanket of comfort to the worn mind of the de le Poer princess.
It wasn't long before she let her eyes close completely, mind clearing of thoughts as her body loosened. The steady rise and fall of her chest indicated the moment she fell into slumber, fingers curling gently against Cotl's back while her tail curled around her thighs.
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