My heart as your friend is broken, my word as your leader is resolute

Sirius · 02-06-2021, 05:21 PM

The Warlord itched to reach out to Magnus, and grab him into a hug. He made himself feel stoic, standing there like a stone as the man apologised, the words clearly bitter on his tongue. He remembered finding this wolf out in the woods one night. The large cat they had taken on together. He thought of the challenges he had accepted in the Armada’s name. Of searching further and harder than anyone else when Seer’s daughter, Malalia had gone missing. Of Magnus, blind and confused, stumbling back home. Of learning to lead Magnus around by a gentle touch well he adjusted.

Then he had become distant, and he had appeared less, did little of his duties as Reaper. He had gotten caught up in the fog of his love for Deathbelle. Deathbelle. How did things always go wrong when his oldest friend was involved? He had broken pack law.

Sirius let out a sharp, long breath, frustration bubbling under the surface. “Fuck it.” he reached forward, and grabbed Magnus, pulling him into a bear hug. “The Alpha in me, and the man are at War. To the man, you are still my friend, Magnus. I’m sorry our paths have gone this way.” It was the best he could give the friend that had hurt him. He released Magnus, and pulled back, his eyes old and sad.

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