Breaking Down Walls

For a moment he was blind, and the burning in his eyes outweighed the deep scrapes across his shoulders, and pinprick cuts in his paws. Despite that, despite it all he was tempted to keep going anyway. To finally do what he wanted to. What he craved, and burned to do. But Larimiar was right, and he would not and could not face Hazel with the truth this way. This was too much, too far, too soon. 


The scent of her was intoxicating and enough was enough. He wouldn't hurt Hazel this way. He breathed once more into her neck, blinded still and then pulled back. Pulling her gently off him, and stepping backwards, feeling for the rock until he could back against it. He was still breathing hard, filled with rage and love and need. “Iggy. I can't see you. Can you find something to…” he gestured with a paw.