so broken hearted

He was able to forget everything, no thoughts could travel through his mind save for those that focused on the sweet she wolf he held onto. Their time together was a bright fiery explosion. Incredible and intense but swift and fleeting like the length of time they knew each other. The sight and sound of her mixed with the feelings that washed over and through him made him much softer to the reality that ebbed back as Océan reentered the real world. His dark arms held her close to him as he accepted that she was not Motif, despite the emotions he offered to her.

But she was warm and soft an depressed against him like she belonged nestled at his belly. He nuzzled against her dark ears affectionately, Océan just wanted to be close. There was no hint of motion, he would keep her close for as long as she allowed. His muzzle was nestled behind her ear and one silver paw caressed her shoulder as he closed his eyes and uttered a soft sigh. There was little contentment beyond his sorrow but Aslatiel had provided him with relief from it all, if only for the night. His muscles relaxed, he could close his eyes and see nothing instead of her face.

”I’m Océan,” he told her softly, pulling her a little closer, holding onto the feeling of sanity as long as possible. ”Thank you.” She was a complete stranger, but knew they both needed a night like this. He had shown her everything he felt, and she still remained here with him. ”I needed....” The young man trailed off. She knew what he needed and shared in that with him, she deserved more gratitude than he could ever express.