Silver Moonlight

Lillith wanted to see the entire world with him, she proclaimed. "And so we shall," he replied in turn. They were young, they had life and vitality in their veins, Lillith arguably more so than the spritely Armada wolf for all that she had overcome. It was easy to assume Romulus as the stronger of the two when he hadn't been forced to overcome a life-threatening illness in the dawn of his lifetime. If given the same circumstances, who could say he wouldn't have expired before his first year? What Lillith mistook for weakness in herself was actually the greatest show of strength of body and spirit. If only she could see herself the way his steel-silver eyes saw her: powerful and beautiful and flawless, just like the rubies her eyes mimicked.

His compliment brought another flush of color to her cheeks and she smiled bashfully, asking if he truly believed what he said. His smile grew to a full grin while his paw continued to stroke over her cheek with a delicate tenderness. "I do." He gazed down at Lillith with the same longing and desire he'd entered her room with, but he was far more gun-shy about simply acting again after her freakout. But that didn't stop the bold Armada boy from trying just a little more. Gently cupping Lillith's cheek, he tipped her muzzle towards his, bringing his lips down to within millimeters of hers until he could feel her warm breath against his snout. He hesitated deliberately, giving her a moment to process and settle herself so he didn't startle her again.

"Can I kiss you, Lillith Adravendi?" he asked, his whisper so faint as if to make sure only she could ever hear him. "I promise I won't push it too far again. We can go at your pace." He waited for her to give him permission, eager to feel her soft lips against his again, and had he not been so concerned about suffocating her with his presence, he would already be doing so.

"Speech"