Lazy Day, Drifting Away

There are so many different types of clouds from soft white ones that look like an artist brushed it against the brilliant blue of a summer sky to deep gray that almost feels like it brings a foreboding along with its rain. Quietly, Enki watches the storm clouds in the soft grass of the plains, thinking warm thoughts of happy times to come even as a cool wind tickles his fur. A voice pulls him back down to earth and his head moves so that his bright blue eyes can catch the red form that approaches him.

A warm smile pulls at his lips as he gently greets, “Hello Redrum. Come, join me. I was just watching the clouds and thinking.” Sprawled legs curl inward as he props himself up into a more upright position, opening the spaces beside him for the tall teenager to come and recline in, if he so wished. The boys jaw twitches and Enki remembers Medusa telling him about the head injury Red experienced as a child and he mentally reminds himself to be patient with the young wolf.

There is predatory gleam in Redrum’s eyes but Enki thinks nothing of it for the moment because, well, he is Medusa’s son. The pink man’s countenance remains soft as he tilts his head slightly, nothing the rather analytical and precise way he looks at him and moves towards him. Brows lift as he asks, “Something on your mind?” The memory of how the boy was less than thrilled at his being made alpha raises to the surface and he wonders if Redrum wishes to talk about it.


"Enki Klein"