but you never close the door

Truthfully, Lillianna felt much the same spark that Lark did. As her nose brushed against the soft, short fur on his muzzle, something tightened in her chest, and she found herself short of breath when she withdrew. Yet, despite that feeling - or maybe because of it, she wanted more; she wanted to lean against him and feel the warmth of his body against hers. But, that was nothing new, was it? She had always enjoyed cuddles, yes? This was nothing different... right? She knew she was bullshitting herself, though; this was different, and she knew it. In essence it was the same, but at the core... there was a very different feeling in her chest than at any other point in time when she thought of a thing such as cuddling.

She sighed softly,dipping her head down to rub at a rather insistent itch on her nose before tipping her head back to look at Lark, her green eyes meeting his. As he apologized - for something he had no control over - she shook her head. She knew what he meant - sympathy, that it happened; she disagreed regardless. "Don't be. It was a simple life, and I was happy with them. Really, it was quite the bizarre change to be in a pack." Though by now, she was quite content in one, since she had been in Abaven for... half her life, now.

Her breath caught as she saw Lark scoot forward, and his (much larger) paw completely covering her own. She smiled up at him, ears flicking slightly at his words. a rush of gratitude filled her, and she scooted forward herself, just a tiny bit, so she was more parallel with him, and so she could lay her muzzle in the thick fur of his neck. "Thank you," she whispered, a smile in her voice as she spoke. She had to chuckle a bit at the clarification he made, and she pulled her head back to look up at him again, eyes sparkling. She didn't say anything then, but she also felt that she didn't need to, either. She felt content, and happy. And... other things, but let's avoid that.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"