so broken hearted

There wasn’t much in his life that made him feel right but here holding this faun furred woman he could nearly say he belonged. Like holding her had been his entire purpose, that everything he had experienced to now was preparation for this moment. Relaxing into Aslatiel and allowing her to consume his body and soul. He thought that Motif was his other half, the woman that would complete him, but he felt doubt begin to seep into his mind. He didn’t have to think about his answer to her as it tumbled from his dark lips. She seemed satisfied as well, relaxing against him as he said it. She pulled her sharp claws through his fur, leaving trails of tingling electricity over his skin.

Exhaustion held them both however, and no matter his desire his body was already pushed too far. Even if he had desired to leave he wouldn’t have made it far from her. This was what he needed, to curl up beside her and sleep away his sorrows as his body recovered from their intense encounter. He’d already closed his silvery eyes when she trailed her muzzle up his cheek and whispered into his ear. They weren’t through with each other yet. Despite everything he couldn’t deny how she had made him feel. He thought it was his love for Motif, but Aslatiel created her own place in his heart.

”I’m yours.” He admitted in a whisper as he wrapped his arms around her and held her a little tighter. ”Good night.” Oce went on softly, closing his eyes and listening to her gentle breathing as she drifted off in his arms. He remained awake for a long time, his mind far too wound to sleep quickly. Eventually he’d drift off, not even realizing th difference between dream and reality.