All Your Perfect Imperfections

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 03:58 PM by Dayton.)

The boy pushed his legs even closer together. He didn't want Misha to see the shell before he gave it to her - of course she had already glimpsed its opalescent sheen, but was that enough to give it away? Dayton hoped not. He struggled to keep a straight face as she reacted to hearing his full name, giving hers in return. Misha Elaine Cae... What an elegant name. In the end it was impossible not to smile at her. "And here I was, thinking that your name was already as beautiful as it could be." he winked at her as the smile remained. "It is my pleasure, Misha Elaine Cae, to know you and to love you." Dayton stretched his head forward, careful to keep his legs still, and kissed her softly.

It then occurred to him that while Misha Elaine Cae had such a full, beautiful name, all he had was Dayton. Nothing more. Then again, he decided, he would be satisfied with only that. After all that his father had put him through, did he really want a surname from him? It was better to be only Dayton, with no further ties or connections to that horrid monster. That's all he was, and that's all he would ever be. Just Dayton.

At this point, the small male changed his warm smile into a bashful little smirk and began to shift his paws. He lifted one and dipped his head down, plucking the shell from the grass lightly with his teeth. He was painstaking gentle as he brought the gift over to his love. His jaw released it - tenderly - at the girl's feet, and as he rose he brushed his cheek against her own.

"For you, darling." he murmured. "I found it at the beach yesterday, after you left. I wanted to give you something special, and I thought you would like something from our little place. After all, it's a long walk, and when winter comes we won't always be able to go..."

His voice trailed away, replaced with burning heat that was beginning to whip across his face. They may have declared themselves as mates, but Dayton still couldn't help being shy now and then. Surely his love, of all people, would understand that.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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