Last night like this

He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he figured either she’d calm, or get madder, and either way she might speak her mind. She started to calm a little, still cautious, still not happy. But when she spoke it wasn’t in anger. He chucked the last coat over the shelf and took a couple steps towards Ignita. Not invading her space, just closing some of that distance. He lifted a front paw, inviting her in. Her choice. This time.

“I will never bore of you, Ignita. Your anger, your fear, your insecurities and uncertainties. Your love, and hope. I want all of it, I want all of you. Always.” He promised her, the soft words spoken with passion as he watched her, not moving a step closer.

"Basilisk & Ignita"