His ruby red stare levels with her azure blue. Two opposites that clashed, fighting to fight a peaceful middle ground. Yet, it’s true. Whenever they’re stuck in a room together, shit always happens. Go figure. But he can’t deny his heart weakening, melting as her words filled his ears. Gods dammit, why did she have to do this to him?

A frustrated grunt leaves him as he narrows his gaze. “What makes ya think I ever planned on giving up on ya?” He retorts, trying to push down the softness he felt toward her. “I just want ya to do better, to I don’t know, not be stuck in this rut of yours,” his exhaustion shows as he sighs, looking away and toward the wall once more.

“I ain’t ever gonna give you up and I ain’t ever gonna let you down,” Wilder says softly before putting his chin back upon his paws.

A hint of a smile twitched on Vesper's face, and she glanced up and across at the sleepy moss wolf. “Well, that’s alright then. We can work with that.” She told him, reaching over and patting one of his paws. He looked so sleepy, and she remembered he’d been out adventuring a lot lately. Without her, the bastard.

“You really should get some sleep, we can go over a battle plan for getting me promoted tomorrow.” Her voice was lightly teasing. She didn’t believe in it, but she could pretend. For Wilder, and for Oleander. The two big dummies in her life. How did she go from caring about no one to caring about two wolves?


"Wilder & Vesper"

Was she patronizing him? His narrowed eyes flicked over to the paw that she patted atop his own. The amount of audacity she held was unbearable. A nuisance really, but yet, here he was smirking like a fucking idiot. “Ya don’t give me much else,” he muttered, huffing again though it sounded more like a chuckle than a noise of frustration.

Just as Vesper mentioned him getting some sleep, Wilder’s mouth opened wide and loosed a yawn larger than a crocodile’s mouth. Letting his eyes close and lips smack lightly together, he couldn’t agree more with her. “Tomorrow, yer real trainin’ starts,” Wilder muttered once more, fighting off drifting to sleep even now. Yeah, he really did need to recuperate from his long journey.

End?