Take my hand

Really it was just amazing what a clear set of lungs could do for a guy. Coughing up the mushrooms and spores had been a harrowing task, but he’d been on the mend for so long now he could start forgetting the journey to this point. He was glad he returned to health swiftly. So was Mortis it seemed. Hika didn’t miss the man’s blue eyes assessing his form.

Mort leaned into his innocent kiss after he decided the coast was clear. Mort deserved to speak with Sirius on his own terms, not because Hiakru had been careless with his affection. He knew how hesitant Mort was, and he didn’t blame him. He’d keep what was between them, between them, as long as Mortis needed him to.

Hika was right in believing Mort had something up his sleeve. Sort of in his own words. An adventure, though much closer than their previous attempt. "I’d feel quite enthusiastic.” He chuckled with a wag from his ivory tail. "Just the two of us?” Everything had been a little crazy with Briar and Lia and the Hallows, having time where it was just the two of them was rare. Even more so having the privacy of an island to themselves.

His stomach was sent fluttering at the thought. Mortis meant the world to him, he’d given him his heart and his life, but there was still so much more to offer the man that he loved. He grinned a bit wider as nerves surged through his form. "Lets go!” There was no hesitation.


"Hikaru"