Take my hand

He looked at the small white wolf in the crook of his arm. Felt the softness of the coat beneath them, and the tones of the burnt evening sky above them. No responsibilities, no fears and worries. No sickness. Just him, and Hika, together. With the sound of their breathing, and the gentle crashing of the waves.

The truth was, Mortis did not want to go home. He didn’t want to go anywhere that wasn’t Hika’s arms. “Maybe it's for me, it might make this easier” He joked softly. “Hika…” he paused, shuffling slightly so his head rested on Hika’s arm. “I want you, and only you. Would you… marry me?” He would either get his fathers permission, or leave. This was what he wanted. His mind was made up.

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