Like a thousand doves
Void
01-10-2021, 04:42 PM
Void felt every ounce of turmoil build up in his gut along with the butterfly feeling that Plague introduced him to. The mixed feelings in the boy who spurned emotion felt overwhelming, and he felt like any moment that overload of emotion would spill through and chase Plague away. The one who seemed to focus and intensify his emotions the most. Maybe coming out here had been a mistake, he needed time with his thoughts. He needed to go out and look for his family.
But then Plague’s emerald gaze met his and he felt the soothing calm that he also blanketed over Void’s storm of emotion. Then he spoke, his words were determined and instilled a certainty in Plague that was fading. They would find them. Void was inspired by Plague, he’d never met Eulogy nor Desolate and yet here he was encouraging Void forward. The young Destruction felt his heart clench as he gazed at the fiery souled man. He felt himself frozen as Plague sifted slightly, closing the distance between them and gentle nuzzling the fur of his cheek.
Void instinctively closed his eyes to savor the affection as Plague pushed his muzzle under Void’s dark jaw. ‘Keeping his head up’ was easy as he had Plague here to remind him and help to prop him up. Void had family in Abaven, kin that he loved and adored, but the emotions they created in him were vastly different to what he experienced now. His chest was tight, his heart beat fast, and as Plague touched him gently a different feeling built deep in his belly. Below the butterflies and the nerves Void felt desire.
Unwilling to deny the feeling, and having been emboldened by Plague’s affection, Void brought one start splattered limb around the pale man’s shoulders. Hesitantly he aimed to pull him closer into his chest as a balm for the guilt, worry, and sorrow that filled him. He didn’t know what he was doing, but holding onto Plague felt right. Another soft sigh left him as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the warmth of the man in his arms as he banished the emotional weight that crushed him.
But then Plague’s emerald gaze met his and he felt the soothing calm that he also blanketed over Void’s storm of emotion. Then he spoke, his words were determined and instilled a certainty in Plague that was fading. They would find them. Void was inspired by Plague, he’d never met Eulogy nor Desolate and yet here he was encouraging Void forward. The young Destruction felt his heart clench as he gazed at the fiery souled man. He felt himself frozen as Plague sifted slightly, closing the distance between them and gentle nuzzling the fur of his cheek.
Void instinctively closed his eyes to savor the affection as Plague pushed his muzzle under Void’s dark jaw. ‘Keeping his head up’ was easy as he had Plague here to remind him and help to prop him up. Void had family in Abaven, kin that he loved and adored, but the emotions they created in him were vastly different to what he experienced now. His chest was tight, his heart beat fast, and as Plague touched him gently a different feeling built deep in his belly. Below the butterflies and the nerves Void felt desire.
Unwilling to deny the feeling, and having been emboldened by Plague’s affection, Void brought one start splattered limb around the pale man’s shoulders. Hesitantly he aimed to pull him closer into his chest as a balm for the guilt, worry, and sorrow that filled him. He didn’t know what he was doing, but holding onto Plague felt right. Another soft sigh left him as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the warmth of the man in his arms as he banished the emotional weight that crushed him.