Face to Face With Your Demons

Deimos spoke once more, making promises, but also showing the doubt that he had in himself. Despite their difference in age, the purple giant was very much underdeveloped emotionally, it seemed. He'd never had the opportunity to form lasting relationships, traveling as he had. Well, he was here now and Iki wouldn't give up on him. She couldn't give up on him. So, to his words, the woman nodded in acceptance.

As her mate went and collapsed on the furs from pain and exhaustion, Iki put her supplies away. She caught the lingering look that he gave her, but she continued righting everything, only going to wash her paws once everything was in its place. Drying her digits on a soft fur, Ikigai moved across the room and curled up beside the amaranthine man. He had done wrong, that was true, but it didn't define him. He regretted his actions and so she would forgive him. He wouldn't sleep alone.

"Ikigai"