All that matters

Seeing Avacyn's relief and happiness when he accepted her compromise brought Saracyn a peace and contentedness he had never felt before. Maybe it was his behavior maturing, but seeing the wolf he loved happy and smiling made him feel whole, like he'd done what he was supposed to do and he'd done it well. A lopsided smile touched his lips and a soft breathy chuckle escaped him when he saw her fluffy tail wag like an excited puppy's, and then grew into a full cheeky grin when she shot him a glare at the moniker he had bestowed her betrothed. As much growing as he'd done, Sara's disdain and dislike for wolves outside of their family hadn't changed, nor had his snide personality it seemed. He felt no remorse or shame for deriding the strange boy from the southern island. As far as he was concerned, Albion was still a sort of rival for the affections of his beloved, and Saracyn did not play well with others. The genuine smile returned to soften his features once more when Ava agreed to his only condition, cobalt eyes brightening like his marking did, then crossing slightly to follow her paw as it lifted to bop him on the snoot. Sara wrinkled his nose and turned a playful scowl up at his twin as she scolded him for being mean to Albion. "Oh, come on, all I did was rearrange two letters in his name," he quipped back, feigning innocence but ultimately relenting with a roll of his eyes, droning out a teasing, "Yes, Your Grace."

That roguish grin returned as a naughty gleam flashed across his eyes, one large paw sliding not so subtly back down over her rump and giving her hindquarters a firm squeeze to playfully punctuate his words. He was having far too much fun playing with Ava now that their relationship had reached the next level and they'd found the apex of their love for one another. He basked in the emotions, relished in the sensations and the way she made him feel. If tonight never ended and he and Ava could stay out on this alcove for the rest of their days, Sara would have died a happy wolf. Avacyn took on the duty of talking to Albion about their arrangement, which was probably a good idea. Saracyn didn't think he'd be well suited for that task. He wasn't the diplomatic one out of the twins, after all. Part of him hoped the boy would decline, dissolve the arranged marriage so that he might have more time with Avacyn all to himself, but ultimately he knew someone would have to wed his sister and fulfill her duties as Matriarch, so if it wasn't the silent weirdo, it would be someone else—perhaps even someone more unlikeable. The red-furred prince resigned himself to accepting that Albion would be the lesser of two evils in this case.

With the matter of their future together mostly settled, Saracyn contented himself with relaxing back and enjoying snuggling with his twin, smiling while he stared up into her gorgeous obsidian eyes. His paw on her cheek continued to softly stroke her warm skin and soft fur, lavishing in the presence of this beautiful fae and the perfectness of this night. Ava spoke up again, asking what he would do. For a moment, Sara looked confused, until she explained what she meant—his union to Scylla or to someone else—all while continuing to play with his ear with gentle claws as her silky tail brushed his inner thigh very close to some sensitive parts of his anatomy. He gave a rumbling murr in response, partially to her question, but mostly to her touches, gazing pensively up into her eyes with his paw roaming idly over her shapely rump and hips while he mulled over her query. "I suppose I'll be expected to find a charade mate for myself too, hmm? Well, I really don't like the angry badger wolf, plus she doesn't seem to be into me or any male for that matter. Whether it's Scylla or someone else, I'll keep my mind open. Uncle Deimos has given me some very... interesting ideas to consider on that matter."

"Saracyn Mendacium"