TW: Neko!Toby

Martyn loves little more than the outdoors. The feeling of a cool autumn breeze caressing his face and the sound of a bubbling brook down the way. Trees that reach their branches to the sky and let nothing stand between them, flowers that, when in bloom, would make even the brightest rainbow blush. Yes, for Marytn, being outside was an experience he absolutely loved. But he would trade each moment if it meant he could be with Toby. Even if he didn't always want to do the same things as he did, Martyn adored Toby.

Toby's quick and agile, though one would not think so, drowning in the bulkiness of his hoodie. Sensitive feline ears catch even the faintest of distressed caws from their neighboring birds, he can scale a tree in only a few seconds, a perfect scout. His tail allows for Toby to regain his balance, quick at crossing a tattered, old tree trunk that sits just above a rushing river. Even in his silence, Toby is breathtaking to Martyn.

The one thing they did share a common love for, besides each other, is the night. Both get enraptured by the way cotton candy clouds crawl over seas of watercolour pastels, stars lost to depths unfathomable to either of them. And tonight is no different. Marytn's hands are laced beneath his head, supporting him as he bathes in the warmth of Toby's body atop his. Long fingers twirl the tip of his tail, molten chocolate eyes gazing wondrously up at the night sky as Toby tucks his chin into the collar of his hoodie.

Small and quaint, the break of forest in which the pair lay is protected by gnarled trees older than any others Martyn can recall. One hand slips from beneath Martyn's head to trace tiny shapes on the back of the brunet's wrist. Toby hums contently, the sound soft and beautiful. His ears flick at the haunting coo of an owl as it soars above them, a heavy black dot on the stunning picture of the sky before it lands on the opposite side.

Purring softly as he twist in the blonde's arms, Toby teeters up to Martyn's side and plops down once more. Face buried fully in the elder's neck, an overly satisfied mewl rumbles in Toby as he nuzzles the soft skin. Martyn always smells like the forest, but it's more than that to Toby. Martyn smells like Martyn, and for Toby, being with Martyn was his home. Arms his walls and lips his doors, Toby found shelter and acceptance where he had none previously. Toby had someone who loved him, even more so with all the extras.

Fingers play with the silky tail, running down the fur, Martyn smiling and a faint roseate blush fanning his cheeks. Clutching tight to the Martyn, soft purrs roll out of the younger as his tail traces similar shapes to those Martyn was drawing on him onto the blonde's own hand. Both turn their faces upwards to admire that streaks of color that blend together to create masterpieces night after night. Lips like velvet paint themselves on Toby's temple, eyelashes fluttering against the corner of Martyn's mouth.

"All these times we've watched the night sky, and yet not a single one has been comparible to you."

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