The Summer Bonfire

The invitation from Shaw had been a surprise to Sorcerer but one that the man had been more than eager to accept. Wishing to be presentable for this festival, the monochrome man had taken time to bathe and carefully care for his coat. It almost shines as he moves through the trees, chiding himself for taking so long to get ready but hoping that Shaw will understand why. True to his word, the oil-slick colored male is waiting for him near the land-bridge and a huge, heartfelt smile fills his face as he saunters up to Grimshaw while the other male is already moving to close the distance between them.

Shaw’s fluffy tail wags and a bright chuckle falls from Sorcerer’s lips as the man greets him. His own tail wags in return and as Shaw lens in, Sore returns the man’s affectionate nuzzle with his own but purposefully places it on the man’s scarred cheek. It seems that the oil-slick has been self- conscious of that imprecation since he met him but Rory has always loved it and only wishes for Shaw to feel comfortable with himself. Softly, he purrs, “I am happy to be here. It is always a treat to see you Shaw. How have you been?”

His words are heartfelt and the monochrome man feels his heart flutter nervously in his chest as he hopes that this meeting with his family’s pack will not be a disappoint to Shaw. Once again hoping that he is presentable, Sore follows Grimshaw back across the land bridge and into the lands of the Hallows. As they enter the festival area, he sticks to Shaw’s side, murmuring questions into his ear as family is pointed. They find a space to sit and, as he comes to rest beside the man who he finds irresistible, Sorcerer quietly murmurs, “You have a lovely family, Shaw. I… I hope they like me.”

A small, nervous chuckle fills the air as he glances up at the man, wishing that, more than anything, the man’s family are accepting of him. Shaw makes his heart race and stomach flipflop like he is some little love-struck pup and Sore suddenly realizes that he wants Shaw’s family to like him because he wants to be around Grimshaw more… if he wants to see him that is. Gently leaning into the Shaw’s side, Sorcerer gives a soft, content sigh and weaves one of his slender forelegs around Shaw’s own as he waits to see what will happen.


"Sorcerer Vyle-Klein"

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