Is love still on the table

Plague tried to share his struggle, and he succeeded in relieving the burden just by understanding. Void didn’t even have to speak his hardships and Plague could see through him to the truth deep down. Sad blue and lavender eyes met the other man’s vibrant verdant gaze, a soft sigh left dark lips as the solution baffled the young Destruction. Plague’s suggestive smirk would only hint at his own idea as he asserted his control for those too brief moments. Void didn’t fight as Plague shoved him back, his dark shoulders were forced into the snow.

Surprise overtook the uncertainty and guilt that tried to build up as he looked up into Plague’s mischievous features. He managed a grin of his own as he leaned into the offered affection. ”Forced relaxation?” He questioned with a pleased rumble as Plague nibbled at the edge of his jaw. Plague clarified as their eyes met once more. He had no care if he was hunting him down, giving himself time to process and unwind was vital to his health. Plague could tell within only a few minutes together that he was running on empty, that his efforts were tiring and draining him of everything he had. Void needed this time with Plague, so he could forget for a moment all the weight resting on his shoulders.

Void’s expression grew serious and her averted his gaze shamefully because he couldn’t refute Plague’s words. He was going to run himself into the ground trying to find Eulogy. Then he wouldn’t be of use to her or anyone, especially Plague who waited so patiently for him. It was hard to accept but he knew Plague was right. ”You deserve better than how divided I’ve been. I'm sorry.” He whispered as he looked back to Plague’s features, he deserved more but Void felt truly loved in all that Plague sacrificed. ”I want to give you all of me.” His heart, he soul, there wasn’t another wolf that made him feel more alive. Plague deserved everything for that.