mary ate a little lamb

Lachlan enjoyed every morsel that Tyrian laid out for him, the bear was incredible though. Much better than he expected, and for a moment he wondered if he’d get another chance at the rare meat. He thought that maybe he could see a future where Tyrian wasn’t a stranger. One where he could get the King’s attention by merely strolling down to the barn. The thought warmed him even as Tyr went on to do so with his words.

He didn’t particularly agree with Lach’s words, and the young Valentine brought his gaze up to his dark features as he spoke. Lachlan was touched at the playful words, they built him up without fluff or untruths. He hadn’t been encouraged like that in a very long time, and the emotions that rolled over his body threatened to overwhelm him. Lachlan’s grin widened and his blush darkened.

”Maybe I should have,” Lach chuckled bashfully. ”Bear is good eating.” He grinned up at Tyr again before he reached a pale paw over to grab another meaty morsel. Trying to be sly he’d look up to Tyrian innocently, enjoying the bear maybe a little too much as he did so. The bold actions didn’t help hs blush nor do anything to slow the beating of his racing heart.