More Dazzling than the Lights

Avacyn expressed how she would repeat the strifes of the day all over again if it meant getting to spend the day with him and ending up right here. The rare genuine smile of happiness touched Saracyn's face, his usually hard and dour expression softened while he looked to his twin, their matching markings glowing a gentle white light as if they were stars themselves fallen to earth. His tail wagged gently, creating soft ripples on the surface of the still water. All things considered, Saracyn had had a fun time with his sister, and he wouldn't have wanted to share it with anyone else. Avacyn was his perfect match, his compliment, the balance to his chaos and the harmony to his fury. He would remember the day they spent together for the rest of his days.

When Avacyn accepted his offer to help her clean up, Saracyn's smile widened to a little roguish grin and he made a motion with his paw for her to turn around. Once she had done so, Sara lifted his drenched paws, scooping up some of the cool water and pouring it over her shoulders and back, watching as her fur practically melted against her. He did this a few times to sufficiently dampen her coat, then he went to place his paws on his twin's shoulders, gently rubbing and combing his digits and claws through her fur to free it of the sticky blood and gritty dirt that had accumulated throughout their adventures. Gradually, he began to see the vivid violet luster return to Ava's beautiful coat, the white speckling across her fur becoming prominent once again. He was careful as he cleaned around the scales that grew around her shoulders, yet still making sure he had sufficiently scrubbed away any dirt that had collected beneath the har plating as well. It was a strangely intimate moment for him. Sure, the twins had shared a room growing up and bath times together was nothing new, but it felt different now that they were older.

As relaxing as this probably was for Avacyn, it was equally therapeutic and oddly satisfying for Saracyn as well. He lost himself in the rhythmic rubbing and massaging of her back, working up and down either side of her spine from shoulders to just above her tail, his large paws making short work of the cleaning. He moved them slowly back up her slim sides, his movements getting more and more leisurely while he felt over her. His heart had begun beating faster for some reason, his breathing coming in shorter and quicker. That jittery feeling he felt when he tasted blood in the midst of combat seemed to grow stronger the longer he spend touching Avacyn and he couldn't quite place the feelings churning about inside of him deep within his belly. He swallowed hard, feeling an anxiousness foreign to him and yet somehow instinctually familiar while his paws roved up her sides from her waist to rest on her shoulders. He didn't say anything for a while, just enjoying the moment of scrubbing her fur despite the fact that she was more than sufficiently clean by now.

"You're so perfect, Avacyn..." Sara murmured under his breath in the quiet night, surrounded by the beauty of the stars and the borealis, yet his eyes never left her. She really was perfect. Beautiful, strong, smart, with a wicked personality... Avacyn was the most perfect wolf in all Elysium—hell, the whole world even. It was no wonder she was their parents' favorite.

"Saracyn Mendacium"