Drums... drums in the deep

“Which would you like more? I could go either way.” He asked back at her, not exactly making light of the situation, as attempting to distract her from the clear turmoil going through her mind. He stalked forward through the snow until he was right beside her, and he wrapped two behemoth paws around her and dragged her back to him. Tucking her into his chest, where his heart was. He rested his chin against the back of her head, and rocked her lightly, like a mother would a crying child. His arms wrapped around, holding her with the gentleness her little body deserved.

“I’m sorry, Ignita. I really am. I know I’m digging this hole deeper and deeper, and making a mess of things.” he sighed into her fur. He didn’t know if they’d ever figure out how to untangle this and life fulfilling lives.

"Basilisk Fatalis"