hold me down

The strength of familial bond was something Áki had always known to be an important value to him. The blood that ran through his veins, the Jarvela blood, would always be a constant in his life, no matter where he went. He shared much more than culture and religion with his sisters and cousins, and hoped dearly someday he could pass on their lifestyle to children. The thought had been weighing on him more frequently lately, and though he hadn't meant to bring it up to this stranger it seemed he did so without meaning to.

He grinned at her playful banter, nodding. "I wouldn't be opposed to that," he admitted, and his stomach grumbled in agreement. The topic shifted to the last thing he'd mentioned, though; she was more aware than most wolves he knew. His scent was simply his own. Occasionally he might lie with a man, or a woman, but for such a short period of time that their scent would fade like a leaf on the wind. He was clearly a rogue, and one with no family.

Unsure what exactly she thought herself, despite her words, he'd murmur in low approval. "I'm afraid I'm not one for.. partners, in the traditional sense," he found himself chuckling again. Perhaps he might someday find someone he could tolerate for longer than most, but he would never settle down in one place, nor could his love be contained to just one wolf, no matter how deeply he might care for them. His interests were too fleeting, and his passion burned too strongly; he found himself sighing then, wondering if children might ever be a reality for him.  "Though children are something I do want before my days come to a close." He wasn't looking for a solution, or even insight into this conundrum, but he was happy to talk with someone about it regardless. It wasn't a topic that came to him often, only more frequently now.