Puzzle Piece

There was a secret part of Saracyn that feared confessing his feelings to Avacyn so boldly. He knew her destiny and duty as the heir to the Mendacium family and Elysium hinged entirely on her ability to uphold their laws and beliefs, and what he was saying was in direct opposition and defiance to those teachings. He knew he should have thought or felt differently, but he couldn't, he just couldn't! Avacyn was his entire world, his everything, his morning and night, his beginning and his end. How could something be so wrong when it was the most certain he'd ever felt about anything in his short life? How else could anyone explain their existence, their uniqueness? Even their own mother, the current harbinger of their family's laws, could not explain the circumstances beyond fate or destiny. Surely that trumped everything else.

Fortunately, Avacyn didn't seem taken aback or revolted by his declarations, instead leaning her cheek up to nuzzle his with tender affection, which he happily returned with a quiet rumble of delight. The simple show of love made his heart flutter, his glowing marking stuttering with its light in response to his racing heart rate. He gently rested his muzzle between her ears, nuzzling into the nape of her neck while she buried her face into his, breathing in the sweet and woody scent that was so uniquely Avacyn like it was his own personal brand of cocaine. Gods, he could get high off of her for the rest of their lives...! All the heavy thoughts weighing on his mind seemed to disappear into nothingness when Ava curled closer into his embrace, burying her face in the crook of his neck between his throat and shoulder and clinging tight around his sides so nothing could separate them. Sara's large white-tipped paws curled tighter around Ava's slender sides, one around her waist and the other around her midsection to keep her held securely to him while they snuggled in the quiet darkness of the night.

Saracyn's eyes slowly drifted closed, letting darkness consume his sight while he basked in the touch and warmth of Avacyn. He peppered her forehead between her ears with little kisses. This was his little slice of perfection here with her, a moment he never wanted to end. As if reading his mind, Ava echoed his thoughts in her words, and Sara gave her a tight squeeze in his arms. "We can," he whispered back to her, speaking with his muzzle gently brushing the edge of her ear so only she could ever hear these words. "You can have anything you want." All Avacyn had to do was say the words, give the command as the future Genetrix and her word would be law. They could share these moments for the rest of their lives with no inhibitions or restrictions or expectations about them. They could live their days together, never to be apart. Those were the final thoughts Saracyn had before sleep took a hold of his tired brain, and with his twin cuddled up close to him, the young wolf fell into a deep, restful slumber.

"Saracyn Mendacium"