Don't Live By The Old Laws

The warmth of the liquor in his belly felt tingly. Erys had never been a huge fan of the drug, too much of it had been forced down his throat in his lifetime to enjoy most of it. Reila’s offer was sweet, and he thought that had something to do with the pleasant taste of it on his tongue. Much more desirable than the memories wine like this tried to drag up from his memory. The girl spoke up softly, two words that conveyed far more than a great explanation could. She shifted, moving her paw so it was closer to his own, and Erys wasn’t sure to take it as a gentle offer of comfort knowing what he had been through, or if it was more suggestive, like she was just doing what was expected of her.

He tilted his head curiously as she sighed and lamented softly. It wasn’t a complaint, but maybe this meeting could have been more organic. The corners of his lips pulled back in the hint of a smile as his eyes fell to where their paws were so close together. "Maybe,” he started quietly, still looking at their toes as he aimed to curl his toes around her own. "My only desire here is to make a friend.” They were from a similar background, their struggles reminiscent, they both shared affection for a big hearted King. "Why are you here, Reila?” He asked her softly as his silvery gaze lifted to the girl's sky blue eyes, wondering if she was only here on Chimera’s request, or if she had expectations beyond.

"Erystotle Atlas"