Onwards

As much of a fool as Gil could be, he knew this was a game for Modesty. How much could he press against the fine line before she snapped? When was too much? He knows Jael is just as anxious as he is, if not more so. All he wants is to calm her, quiet the storm in her heart, but Modesty is doing a fine job of it. Why step in when he could have the best of both worlds right here?

Staying still as possible, closing his eyes for a moment as Modesty's teeth drag down his muzzle before grooming the fur beneath his ear. His own affectionate sound resonates in his chest as her muzzle slips beneath his chin, noticing how she grooms Jael between the ears. One eye slightly opened, watching the interaction, watching both women, carefully. When Modesty brings her head down to rest upon her paws, eyes watching them, Gil shifts his gaze over to her for a moment, watching, waiting.

When no sudden snapping of teeth in his direction comes, he lets his muscles relax, chin draping over Modesty's side until his nose is resting close to Jael. Breathing in not only Modesty's scent, but Jael's too, he feels finally at peace. Whatever torment he had to go through before this was worth the wait, the whatever this way between the three of them. He wouldn't get his hopes up, but being given the good grace to just be near both of them at the same time was enough. For now.

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