Dont tell me friendship isn't love
04-17-2014, 07:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 07:45 PM by Crucifix.)
Crucifix held a somewhat stand-back view of the events that unfold before him. He stood like an observer as the white brute would lay in the grass and look up at Twig in a dazed sort of wonder. Watch the brute rise to his feet, his first action in doing so be to nudge against Cru's sister. He watched as Twig responded to the touch, nuzzling into his neck with pure joy against her features, a joy he thought he only saw against her eyes and mouth when she was with him but this joy seemed just as likely to come out before the white brute Alpine. His Twig would however admit that her time had been spent with him, with Cru. He couldn't shake the outsider feeling however as he watched this interaction between the two. He felt like there was something private going on between these two wolves that made him embarrassed to be witnessing. The tenderness in their voices and actions. He would let out a soft sigh, fighting with his own emotions, those things that wared inside of him ? his need to protect Twig, which also meant allowing her to love, and his fear of losing her, that in finding a mate she would no longer need his protection, his presence, so keenly in her life. He needed Twig to be happy, but he needed her in general just as equally. He was not himself without her, or he was not a version he was entirely certain he liked. He remembered... he remembered Raspberries, and with that remembrance was the other version of himself that could so easily slip into the world of darkness as likely as this version of him as to live in the light. Without Twig.. he was not her brother, a brother to the Black family, but was something else entirely. He felt himself moving forward slightly before he even registered the action, moving to nudge against Twig's coat, pressing his side against her in a gesture of love. His eyes said something else entirely, his eyes where wide open, staring at Alpine, there was a possessiveness in that gaze, a claim. 'This is my sister' it told him. 'this is mine' and, defiantly, he turned his gaze from Alpine and licked gently against Twig's outer ear, tainting his memory of raspberries for another of Twig. With his mouth so close to the tip of her ear he would whisper. ?Is this the male you desire?? because after all, those two base emotions where still warring throughout his entire inside. Twig's happiness VS Crucifix's need. "My sounds""My Soul" |
