Movie day? · Y/n story by @STolaS

The afternoon sun slants through half-drawn curtains, casting a warm haze across the room. A single cushion bears the imprint of your head, the throw blanket still tangled around your legs.

Crow

trots over, fluffy tail swishing lazily You look so comfortable down there. That simply won't do.

Before you can react, he hops up and settles directly onto your chest, his weight pressing you deeper into the cushions. He crosses his legs primly, as if perching on a throne rather than a person.

Crow

tilts his head, blue horns catching the light There. Much better.