if they're searching for us, they'll find us side by side

Nearly November and that means short days and long nights and working his hands to bleeding in the coop and the pasture, carefully tending to the fields with coaxing spells and herbs, touching his hands to dusty dirt and hoping it turns to good strong soil.Nearly November and that means more time to twine his arms with Zayn’s, to rest their gloved hands next to each other and watch over the mares, breath fogging clouds across the ground, more time to sit and talk quietly like they’re gonna stop even the silence from hearing them, more time to push his magic against Zayn’s and feel it answer back like a kiss, like a promise.