The past and the future are much the same

Life was far too complicated. It was easy to form ties that pulled you in too many directions, and twisted your life into complicated knots. But Mortis didn't want to think about the ties that bound him now. He didn't want to think of right or wrong, or who his actions might hurt. He wanted to chase away the loneliness, to trust the Koi wolf before him who had always been a gentle friend and a firm shoulder. 


He took Hikaru's return kiss on his cheek as an invitation, and he stepped into the smaller wolf's space, lifting a paw to cradle gently against their shoulder and crook of their neck as he leaned back in to kiss him again. Feeling the press of their lips, the warmth in the other wolf's breath. The emotions that his depression had been shrouding and dimming suddenly burned brightly in him again. The gentle giant needed to be held, and loved, and told that everything would be alright. His love had always been a simple thing, it was the world that was complicated. “Hikaru.” He whispered the other wolf's name against his lips.