A Heart Full Of Love

He felt his heart jump as Célestin rested his head on top of their joined paws, his pulse suddenly racing at the contact, as small and insignificant as it might be to the other male. He didn’t move his paw, too frozen in place to even consider pulling it away from him and breaking the comfort of each other’s touch. He heard Célestin speak and returned to his senses just in time to hear him say that he had befriended a bastard.

“Honestly, I don’t think it would have made a difference if you weren’t one.” He said softly with a light hearted chuckle, his eyes calm and understanding.  He remembered when he was younger and he and his cousins would roll down a grassy hill beyond the city’s gate, he remembered the lurch of fear and excitement as he tumbled blindly down the hill, the weightless fluttering in the pit of his stomach as if he had swallowed a bird. That was how he felt around Célestin; he felt an apprehension he didn’t fully understand and an elation so genuine that it frightened him. He wondered if any woman would make him feel the same way, and for a terrifying moment he doubted it entirely.

“Célestin, I love you...Like a brother.” He said in a hushed tone, although the hastily tacked on inclusion seemed like a lie. He loved the other male as more than a brother, but the very nature of the thought terrified him. In truth he was far more afraid of losing Célestin than he was of exploring the unnatural thoughts he had at times when they were together, but for now, he could only hope that their close friendship would be enough to keep them together. He realized then for the first time that he would never return home, not as long as Célestin lived in Boreas.

speaking Thinking   You