the beast in the shape of a man

The hole in his chest feels as if it might swallow him whole, but Víðarr would try not to let that happen. As Tenshi joins him, settles at his side, he's quick to reach for her. Drawing her to his side, nosing at her cheek as she takes a long sip from the bottle. If there's anything in the world Víðarr can count on, it's this. Fuck, how he loves her. A warm kiss to her nose, and then her muzzle, he's tender. Grateful that she's trying, for him.

"Talk to me, distract me." His gaze is warm, reaching out to nose at the side of her face. Víðarr can't help himself, and he's reverent in the way he touches her. Lingering, possessive, perhaps a bit more needy than usual. "How have your days been? Can I do anything to make them better, easier?" Víðarr's head had been down-- the warpath, preparations for winter.

"And maybe we can actually have a wedding with guests, in the winter. If you would like." The offer is gentle... maybe they could use something to look forward to. Maybe he could use something to look forward to, that wasn't raiding. Not in place of, just in addition to.

"Víðarr"