Sometimes it's the little things

Saracyn was... healing in his own ways, at his own pace. Overcoming the grief had not been an easy road, made even more difficult by the crushing guilt he felt around the entire situation. There was a part of his subconscious that still blamed himself, lingering on the fringes though it was much quieter than it had been thanks in no small part to his mate's efforts to help him through his grief. Avacyn had done so much to try and keep him grounded and out of his own head and the Mendacium brute felt like he owed it to her to keep himself level enough to not try and unalive himself. So Sara continued through the motions, each day getting a little bit easier than the last. There were no easy days, but there were better days, and over time the better days became more and more frequent until they outnumbered the bad days. He no longer spent all his free time mourning over his children's graves, although he did still make his frequent visits. He spent more time with Ava, more time around his family and the pack, more time being present. It was hard, but he was doing it.

The normal routines helped keep Saracyn from wallowing in grief and being swallowed by his depression. The mornings spent planning the day with Avacyn, his regular hunts and fishing trips, his patrols and training sessions keeping his mind and paws occupied. Every night ended with dinner with his twin and then back to bed to repeat it all the next day. Those things kept him sane. Avacyn kept him sane. This evening, Saracyn was making his way up the mountain path back to their den when he caught a whiff of smoking meats on the air. The closer he got, the stronger the smells became, and when he arrived home he saw the wisps of smoke coming from inside the cave. Avacyn must've been preparing dinner already. The crimson brute walked up into the mouth of the den, lingering in the doorway as he spied his violet mate within, remaining quiet while he just watched her go about her final preparations. Watching Ava made him smile. Seeing her doing the things she enjoyed made him smile.

Sara eyed the food laid out around the cushions and furs they usually ate at, watching as Ava finished prepping their food for them. "Preparing a romantic dinner date, beautiful?" he teased her with a crooked grin as he entered their den, pausing just long enough to stow his sword before coming back to join Avacyn on the cushions around the food. "This looks incredible. Am I forgetting some special occasion? How much apologizing should I be preparing to do?" He smirked that mischievous little smile that had been absent from his face for far too long, peering up at Avacyn with that easy grin.

"Avacyn & Saracyn"