The past and the future are much the same

Mortis stepped forward slowly, tears in his eyes as he raised a paw to touch to Hikas cheek. A part of him had expected his paw to touch nothing. To find the man was an apparition, a vision a lonely wolf had conjured in the midst of their depression.


When his paw touched fur, he kept going. Wrapping one paw behind the koi wolf even while the other rested tenderly on his cheek. His wings folded around them, cutting off the world and casting shadows down on them both. They both looked haggard. One starved by depression, the other by circumstances. “Everyone I love leaves. It was so easy To believe you'd chosen not to come back…” he was crying. Crying from the hurt he had felt when Hikaru had never appeared. Crying for the realisation that he had left the man to starve. Crying for the hurt he would give the man when he found out that Mortis had moved on, sired children.