We're disposable teens
08-30-2016, 04:18 PM
This is what it took to remind him who he was. Of all things, Rivaxorus had been afraid of his pride being taken away of all things. Soon he realized the support of the one he cared about most had been directly in front of his face. Self doubt had engulfed him but had been cleared like fog lifting on a night like that. Suddenly the willows felt less like home, and more or less he was home wherever she was at. They were young yes, but that didn't give them less of a right to love each other. To live and grow together, perhaps Zephyra herself had taught him how it meant and felt to be free.
Afterwards the male was catching his breath by her side. The plains cooling down with the oncoming of night. Which was better considering the heat and his wounds didn't mix well. Rivaxorus ran his head under her chin in affection. "After my wounds are done healing. What do you want to do Zephyra?" he asked calmly. His heart may have been beating fast, but he was fine now. "I'd like to... start a family with you." it was bold, but those were his true feelings. Even if it took some time for her to decide, he rather liked the thought of being in a family with her. Having a tie in that way - and doing it correctly. |
