A busy home full of shapeshifters and noise probably wouldn't suit Horvath as well. He's not a man for crowds, and values his solitude and quiet spaces to read. He might not be surprised that she is at home in a place like that as in the house that he has seen, however, since she seems to have such a duality of spirit.
The return of the kiss to her own cheek evokes a sleepy smile from him, dark eyes half-lidded and crinkling at the corners. He's all too happy to settle in with the blanket over them both, an echo of how they spent the night before on the couch, and before long her living pillow is rising and falling at a slower pace, and a slightly noisier one. Sitting up he's all right, but sleeping on his back, he does indeed snore. Once or twice he stirs, roused by her half-heard voice and a vague sense that he should be more alert when sleeping in the woods, but knowing she's nearby he's quick to doze off again.
When the light of dawn reaches him, he wakes to the weight of her head and arm across him, and lies still marveling at how comfortable that is, and listening to birdsong. For as long as he can stand to lie still there, he will, and when nature calls he moves her as gently as he possibly can, hoping to leave her curled up warm in the blankets long enough to start breakfast for them both.
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Date: 2015-03-23 11:13 pm (UTC)The return of the kiss to her own cheek evokes a sleepy smile from him, dark eyes half-lidded and crinkling at the corners. He's all too happy to settle in with the blanket over them both, an echo of how they spent the night before on the couch, and before long her living pillow is rising and falling at a slower pace, and a slightly noisier one. Sitting up he's all right, but sleeping on his back, he does indeed snore. Once or twice he stirs, roused by her half-heard voice and a vague sense that he should be more alert when sleeping in the woods, but knowing she's nearby he's quick to doze off again.
When the light of dawn reaches him, he wakes to the weight of her head and arm across him, and lies still marveling at how comfortable that is, and listening to birdsong. For as long as he can stand to lie still there, he will, and when nature calls he moves her as gently as he possibly can, hoping to leave her curled up warm in the blankets long enough to start breakfast for them both.