Throw me in the water
for Twig
12-12-2020, 08:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2020, 08:26 AM by Corvus.)
It was possible that she not like his surprise for her, even if unlikely. That lingering worry always had a home in his mind, reminding him that things could go awry. He was not perfect. He could fuck up and do something to make Twig's feelings for him change. Again - unlikely, but possible. He had to be -careful when it came to her, even if just slightly, knowing that there was always that possibility of ruining things. Today he felt especially worried of that, even as she assured him that she wouldn't say she hated it. He shook his head, though was still smiling. "The point is, you can - and should - if you really do." Saying yes just to please him sounded horrible to him. He truly wanted Twig to be happy, whatever that meant, with him or without.
They made their way through the thicket, finally stopping after a good little trek through the underbrush. Before long they stopped at the mouth of a den - not Corvus's den, but a new den he'd carefully dug out in the entrance of an old cave. If it could even be called that, with how small it'd been when he started. The digging had taken awhile and he was glad he'd started before fall hit and the cold started. Not that these eastern lands ever got terribly cold, but digging in even-semi frozen soil wasn't ideal. The mouth of the den was small, hardly big enough for him to get in and partially obscured by vines from the thick plants above, but the den inside was much bigger. He'd carefully dug out enough room for the both of them to sleep comfortably, even lining a few sections with small pelts he'd managed to steal and properly clean, which had been a feat in of itself. He wasn't terribly crafty, instead he was more of a practical wolf, so figuring it all out had taken him considerable time. Digging out the roots from the thicket above had been its own challenge, though they provided good support for the roof's den.
"So," he started once he was inside, feeling his heart rising in his chest. He swore it was beating in his throat, making him feel a little nauseous. Would she like it, he wondered? They'd never discussed moving in together but it seemed like a good idea. He'd enjoyed the few times they'd fallen asleep together and he didn't see why they couldn't do that more often. And with Abaven's move, it only make sense that he relocate. He also knew his handiwork wasn't perfect, but he'd tried hard and truthfully the space was pretty comfortable with all the work he'd put into it. "We can live here. Together. If you want," he explained hastily, looking visibly nervous as he awaited her reaction.
They made their way through the thicket, finally stopping after a good little trek through the underbrush. Before long they stopped at the mouth of a den - not Corvus's den, but a new den he'd carefully dug out in the entrance of an old cave. If it could even be called that, with how small it'd been when he started. The digging had taken awhile and he was glad he'd started before fall hit and the cold started. Not that these eastern lands ever got terribly cold, but digging in even-semi frozen soil wasn't ideal. The mouth of the den was small, hardly big enough for him to get in and partially obscured by vines from the thick plants above, but the den inside was much bigger. He'd carefully dug out enough room for the both of them to sleep comfortably, even lining a few sections with small pelts he'd managed to steal and properly clean, which had been a feat in of itself. He wasn't terribly crafty, instead he was more of a practical wolf, so figuring it all out had taken him considerable time. Digging out the roots from the thicket above had been its own challenge, though they provided good support for the roof's den.
"So," he started once he was inside, feeling his heart rising in his chest. He swore it was beating in his throat, making him feel a little nauseous. Would she like it, he wondered? They'd never discussed moving in together but it seemed like a good idea. He'd enjoyed the few times they'd fallen asleep together and he didn't see why they couldn't do that more often. And with Abaven's move, it only make sense that he relocate. He also knew his handiwork wasn't perfect, but he'd tried hard and truthfully the space was pretty comfortable with all the work he'd put into it. "We can live here. Together. If you want," he explained hastily, looking visibly nervous as he awaited her reaction.
