Moving in together

Célestin felt his face flood with heat as Pegasus vocalized his fondness? No, maybe he'd have simply called it trust in Célestin. His chest fluttered with a familiar lightness, but now he also felt like there was a ball of lead in his stomach. His mind drifting back towards his chat with Priscilla... and he quietly wondered if he'd be able to meet her expectation, if he'd ever be able to confess to his friend what he'd told only his own sisters.

Célestin wanted to dive deep into that simple phrase Pegasus had spoken, to ask him what he meant, what they meant. But he didn't instead he turned to the only thing he had left in his defensive tool box, humor. "Flatterer." But it didn't roll of his tongue quite as easily as most of his teasing, it felt heavy when he said it and he quietly prayed Pegasus wouldn't notice.

Célestin allowed himself to fall into silence, taking in the quiet moment of peace with his friend, his gaze sliding away from Pegasus again, glancing up at the canopy above them. Medea had claimed that in spring the canopy had been pink, full of soft petals that spread above them and gently littered the ground. The boy couldn't help but imagine his friend with soft pink petals in his fur, the dappled sunlight crowning his magnificent coat. "It is beautiful here." He said softly, almost against his will. His gaze once more drifting to his friend, almost as if he wasn't talking about the lands around them at all... which maybe he wasn't.

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