What Now [Bog]
Seeing how crestfallen Áskell's expression became, despite the reassurances to the contrary, really did break his heart. Even the harsh, rueful laugh that the other wolf mustered up wasn't quite enough to cheer him up. However, there was certainly some hope that they'd be able to make this work. Visiting from time to time, stealing away for a day or two- and probably making whoever the alpha was just a little bit cranky. It wasn't usually high on his priority list to incur the wrath of some kind of big bad alpha, but for his boyfriend he'd probably make an exception. Probably. It really depended on exactly how big this new alpha happened to be. He felt Áskell's sigh more than he heard it, the gentle swell of his chest pressing against his collarbone where the two touched. The question that tumbled softly from his boyfriend's maw was rhetorical, but that did little to stop the instinctive half-shrug and soft laugh that managed to bubble up in his throat. "At least yer handsome," he quipped lightly, pulling his features from the soft fur of Áskell's ruff to shoot him a sly grin. The gentle ministrations of a wet nose against the wiry fur of his shoulder pulled a quiet rumble of glee from him, and the swamp dweller's eyes squeezed shut for a moment. He nearly missed Áskell's question, wrapped up in the simple pleasures of being in his company and surrounded by the gentle ambiance of the familiar mangrove. He grunted softly, brain taking a moment to catch up before he spoke up. "Come for a swim with me, deeper into th' mangrove th' little critters that live in th' water stay bright all day. It's real pretty, and the current carries ya well enough that ya don't even have to do anythin'." he offered with a little smile, already ambling towards the warm waters of the mangrove. The gentle, pulsating glow of the dark corners of the mangrove were always enchanting to see, and perhaps... a little romantic? It seemed like a nice little date with his boyfriend was in order, before he moved a whole continent away. Bog wanted a little bit of magic and romance to tide him over, sue him. ”Speech” ‘Thought’ |