flowers where your face should be

She sighed deeply as Thalia draped herself across her back. It felt so good to be held so tightly. Their bodies were in constant conversation now - a quiet negotiation of where to place each new touch. It was wonderful. Theory was positive in that moment that she would never grow tired of this. How much longer should I stay? It was a good question. More sensible than she had been thinking. She knew she could always rely on Thalia to be pragmatic, even now when all Theory could think about was this moment. Thalia had a way of looking beyond their feelings - other wolves might be hurt by this, but Theo admired it. She often wished she could be less selfish, but no matter how she tried, Theory couldn't give Thalia up. In the dark interior of her heart she knew that if it was called for (by her god, by her pack), there was a very real possibility that Thalia would betray her. Duty above all else. It was devastating (and thrilling, in its own way). Their relationship was always on the precipice of something, whether that be the pure bliss of this moment or a brutal end.

Choking down these thoughts quickly, she pushed her nose deeper into Thalia's flank and breathed in to ground herself in this moment. "Let's pay a visit to Aerie. You can see your family and I can get to know them a little bit better. Plus, it'll be good for diplomacy and all that." A two for one. It was an enticing proposition. The winter had sequestered them apart from each other - and seeing as it didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon - it might be best to try paying social calls sooner rather than later.