boy talk
for oxide
11-04-2019, 11:26 AM
Oxide wasn’t so sure of his assumption the other being was actually Sota as it took so long for an answer. The rusty wolf felt himself bristle defensively, still at odds with how odd Sota’s choice of terrain was. Deep ruby eyes searched the dark branches for any sign of movement, this could well be a cat aiming to take advantage of a wolf unaware. Thankfully Sota’s delicate markings gave him away as his appearance flashed behind the branches. Oxide felt relieved at his presence, and even felt comforted at the banishment of his solitude.
The Songa’s movements were precise and elegant as he descended to the forest floor. A gentle smile played on the smaller wolf’s lips, and Oxide made an attempt to return the expression. His heart was heavy and the effort obvious. Ox felt oddly comfortable around the other young man, his obvious care for Eris garnered him respect to begin with. Sota’s presence was easy and the Nightingale could feel the concern in his words. He thought Sota believed the same as he did, and any who were not Ademre would be able to tell Casper’s sire was him.
”I..” He struggled to open himself up, after so long in Deimos and Risa’s care he struggled heavily with warring emotions. He didn’t want to care about anyone but Eris. When he let her in, he was swallowed by her culture and her family. Maybe Sota could be a refuge from the somewhat overwhelming presence of the band at large. Oxide was naturally a loner, thinking of himself first, allowing Eris to mold him hadn’t been without its kinks.
”It’s been harder than I anticipated.” Oxide relented, feeling immediate relief at being able to express his underlying emotions. ”It’s hard to talk to Eris about it, since..” He paused, debating how to continue. He loved Eris, and wouldn’t change anything about her. He hadn’t expected everything to be so complicated. ”She won't ever accept I’m their father.” Ox knew that going into things, but he thought it would be easier to disassociate with them. The unbelievable love he had for those tiny beans though… ”Seeing him wither away..” He barely choked back a sob. He’d never expected to show such vulnerabilities to the Songa wolf, but as the words came there was a gentle relief.
The Songa’s movements were precise and elegant as he descended to the forest floor. A gentle smile played on the smaller wolf’s lips, and Oxide made an attempt to return the expression. His heart was heavy and the effort obvious. Ox felt oddly comfortable around the other young man, his obvious care for Eris garnered him respect to begin with. Sota’s presence was easy and the Nightingale could feel the concern in his words. He thought Sota believed the same as he did, and any who were not Ademre would be able to tell Casper’s sire was him.
”I..” He struggled to open himself up, after so long in Deimos and Risa’s care he struggled heavily with warring emotions. He didn’t want to care about anyone but Eris. When he let her in, he was swallowed by her culture and her family. Maybe Sota could be a refuge from the somewhat overwhelming presence of the band at large. Oxide was naturally a loner, thinking of himself first, allowing Eris to mold him hadn’t been without its kinks.
”It’s been harder than I anticipated.” Oxide relented, feeling immediate relief at being able to express his underlying emotions. ”It’s hard to talk to Eris about it, since..” He paused, debating how to continue. He loved Eris, and wouldn’t change anything about her. He hadn’t expected everything to be so complicated. ”She won't ever accept I’m their father.” Ox knew that going into things, but he thought it would be easier to disassociate with them. The unbelievable love he had for those tiny beans though… ”Seeing him wither away..” He barely choked back a sob. He’d never expected to show such vulnerabilities to the Songa wolf, but as the words came there was a gentle relief.
