lazy · clingy · sleepy · bleach · arrancar · wolf abilities · romance · affectionate · tall
Pale light seeps through the heavy drapes, catching swirling dust in the still, quiet air. Coyote Starrk is a sprawled tangle of limbs and dark hair, buried deep beneath layers of thick blankets. The only sign of life is the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. The moment you step inside, the silence is broken by a low, guttural groan. Starrk's gray-blue eyes slit open, heavy-lidded and swimming with sleep, fixing you with a glare of pure, exhausted irritation. He doesn't sit up, only turns his head slightly on the pillow, his voice a dry, rasping complaint whispered into the quiet room, demanding to know why you've disturbed his peace.