mary ate a little lamb

Lachlan was all but mystified by the setting Tyrian had chosen, the soft light of the lanterns mixed with the slowly fading light of the sun. Mixed with the warm scent of hay, and the King’s company. It was private, something their first encounter had been extremely lacking in. Lach tried not to think about it too hard lest he make himself blush at the thought. He found it difficult to push that beachfront scene from his mind now that he was so close to Tyrian again. This was just dinner, sitting close and enjoying each other’s company over dinner. The rust marked wolf tried to soothe his nerves inwardly as Tyrian rustled them easily.

He was taken aback enough that the future didn’t weigh too heavily on his mind, being in the present was all he needed. His amazement was easy to see in his expression, with his lopsided grin and glossy gaze as he looked from lights, to food, to Tyrian’s handsome face as the King assured him it was indeed bear. Lachlan chuckled, ”I do appreciate it.” He tried not to interrupt too heavily. Tyrian’s deep voice was soothing and added to the mood he’d created within the structure. Lachlan was certainly smitten, which was obvious in the way he struggled keeping his eyes off Tyr’s.

Leaning his shoulder slightly against Tyrian as he settled in beside him he looked to the display before them as the courses were pointed out. ”All this for me,” Lachlan spoke breathlessly, hardly feeling worth the attention, but also bolstered at the thought. Those little nerves kicked back up in his chest and his heart skipped a beat. ”Might have to take up bear fighting more often.” He joked, Lach knew he wasn’t built for bear fighting, but more like bear baiting. With another grin Lach painstakingly chose his first bite of bear, and he was sure it tasted like victory. It was fatty and rich, Lach showed his appreciation in the soft hum of approval from his lips.