Chapter Text
Daggoo was half barking, half howling at the moon above. The air was crisp with the coming of Autumn; and somewhere, someone was burning dead leaves, and the smell was mingling with the thick sweetness of approaching rain.
Upstairs, a breeze was blowing in through the window moving the curtains like the waves of the ocean, creating the illusion of candlelight.
Upstairs, the couple on the bed were facing each other. Two very different noses touching, two foreheads holding very different brains and very similar thoughts. One large hand was gently clasping a very small one between their heaving chests.
Daggoo barks at the sky, claiming it as his. He knows that this is his home now. He listens in on the couple upstairs, whose lips are connecting again. Yes, this is home. He can understand it to be so in her thoughts.
His instincts tell him that home will always be wherever she is. He cocks his head like a gun, and realises that he and the man upstairs have this instinct in common.
He likes him already.