It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Hawks face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Tokoyami's ear.*

"Good morning birdy," Hawks whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Tokoyami's waist while his wings were draped around both of them like a blanket, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back (you represent as Tokoyami)