Times are changing

He felt like he had been floating in some crazy unknown for so long now. Nothing felt real and everything felt wrong. Through it all he remained at Mort’s side, he couldn’t leave his friend behind. The winged Fatalis was hurting, losing his mother and brother both. More than that he still seemed tormented by what Hana had done to him. Hikaru offered whatever support Mortis needed from him,but he knew someday they would have to return to the Armada. Mortis was the heir, and with the second one gone he was needed more than ever.

That fact terrified Hika. For so long he worried if he was going to lose his friend. He worried deeply about what his kiss had done to their friendship, things felt so different since then. His mind often returned to the what ifs and whys. Or what could happen. He was a little on edge when Mortis came to find him, and jumped slightly at his voice. His kohl tipped ears fell back to his skull, suddenly nervous at the mention of having a talk.

”I’m yours,” he offered sweetly with a gesture for Mort to make himself comfortable beside him. The prairie was beautiful this time of day and the colors of the sky reflected softly on Hika’s pale pelt as he lowered himself to his elbows and peered up at Mort with bashful platinum sheened eyes.