hungry thirsty roots: 10

The sight of the Beast sleeping didn’t catch him every morning. Some mornings he had things to do, and others she’d curled herself into an obstinate ball. But sometimes Xavio woke when the dawn made everything glow, and she was sprawled out and soft and golden. This morning she was still underneath him, rumpled as…

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