say my name you know who i am

How foolish, that he would let the mere glimpse of a bluish shape spring both excitement and anxiety into his breast, make the breath seize up in his lungs and his heart skip a beat. The man would’ve laughed, if he weren’t feeling so nervous. He remained poised as Valentine approached – not rod-straight, but standing delicately, with grace somehow still thriving in his perfectly static position. He was silent as the hulking creature slowed to a stop before him, equally quiet and soon equally still. There was a brief moment when Nagendra felt a flash of not simple anxiety, but real fear, stealing like an inky serpent into his chest with the uncertainty of the moment.

And then it vanished, cleansed by the divine light that was the faintest of smiles and the warmth that radiated from ice-blue eyes. Nagendra beamed. This time he could not carve that usual sultry, confident edge into his grin. It was just happy. He swallowed when Valentine said his name, and tried to calm his grin – tried to look more composed and less silly. It was easier to do when Valentine’s next statement followed, for although it might’ve been intended to be softened by his play-pout, it still rang true. Nagendra felt guilty.

He glanced to the side briefly, his smile fading as he tried to make the glint of regret in his eyes less apparent. It survived for only a second before he was able to cleanse and restore his expression. There was the slightest of smirks – only even visible to one side of his mouth – as he replied, ”I warned you. At least, I think I did. I’m not terribly good at staying in one place.” He had said something about poor commitment skills, hadn’t he? He thought so. ”Of course, that had little to do with it. I was going to get you breakfast one morning, and well, this little devil just kept running and running. Led me all over the place – I might’ve crossed an ocean or two… But I finally got him,” he said, lifting a single brow as he tipped his head indicatively towards the rabbit, humor in his tale where his voice had evaded it. He’d lean down to nose it towards Valentine before standing up straight, his slender face painted in a flattering seriousness once more. ”I am sorry though. I’ve missed here… I’ve missed you.” It wasn’t as if he’d known Valentine for years and been desperately attached, but there was certainly something he felt – a wisp of something potentially strong between the two of them, and he had missed that and the interesting wolf he’d begun to know.