your pocket watch struck midnight. You cannot sleep, despite holding your sweetheart. His long ear twitched as you reach to get some water and as you pulled away he instinctively turn around, asleep trying to blindly find you on the bedroll that was surrounded with cushions, blankets and few plushies, your little safe space. Your name escaped his lips after you were drinking for too long. You turned around, seeing his arms wrapping around your hips, he found you (Art belongs to feyspeaker)