Tagged as Hurt/Comfort

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

It would have been an understatement to say things sucked right now. Mojito frankly had started to resent change. Change always seemed to only bring more strife and this change didn't exactly sit well with him. But Mojito didn't even have the time to consider the ramifications of his pack, his home being taken over by a member of his loathed family... All his energy was going into Asla, and when possible spending time with his eldest daughter. It wasn't exactly easy to try to come to terms with what he knew was the inevitable loss of his very first friend, and love. And not helping was his guilt, he was spending so much time elsewhere he couldn't help but feel that he was neglecting his husband and younger kids and soon enough they'd be old enough to be leaving the den.

It weighed on Mojito, visibly. Another night of returning to the den with nothing to offer his husband but his own sadness. His paws dragged and his tail hung limply behind him. But as he plodded forward he couldn't bring himself to actually enter his den. He didn't want to see his children sleeping comfortably at his husband's sides and have to face the guilt of once again failing to be there for his kids. It really was his worst trait. He'd hoped the younger pups might have been a chance to at least try and do right by them, he knew he couldn't ever give Tira a puphood with her father at her side but the new litter? Well seemed it was in his nature to fail. He also didn't want to have to return to Nao and feel the guilt of not having the energy to do much more than curl up beside his husband. So instead he pivoted, moving somewhat away from the mouth of the den and collapsed onto his haunches. Mojito tipped his head back and watched the night sky, he let himself cry silently, it was all too much.

Mojito & Nao

Art by MarkLix

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