Little Moments

*Dayton* · 04-20-2014, 10:00 AM

Both males were, again, quiet for a moment. It was strange to think that they could both be so lost in their own minds, searching for thoughts kept secret from the other. And even as their private thoughts were so separate, something about the shared silence brought them closer. Dayton smiled.

That smile soon began to fall, however, when Crucifix spoke again. The smaller boy wasn't sure if he had resurrected the topic of family merely for the sake of conversation. There seemed to be more to it somehow. The russet boy shook out his coat, putting off his response, and settled into the cooling surface of the stone. The wind was beginning to pick up at a rapid pace - soon it would be difficult for them to speak to each other. But for now, Dayton was expected to answer. "I'm happy for you, sir..." he began, pausing with uncertainty. He should tell the truth to this young man, but the truth could hurt so easily. "You are very fortunate. I, on the other hand, have no real family to speak of. My father was... abusive, and forced my mother to cut off communications with her children. He was cruel to my sister and I, and we managed to escape, but my sister fell to an illness soon after and passed away. As a result, I was left alone in the world. I hope this helps you to understand why I am so desperate to love and be loved by Misha..."

He felt a smirk dance across his maw. "Trust me, had the circumstances been different, I would have ended up much like you - scoffing at the idea of love. But you have family, and for you that is enough."

With his story told, the darkness seemed to deepen and the wind tore around them with a newfound ferocity. Crucifix got to his feet and suggested they move to lower ground, issuing a grateful nod from the russet boy. If the gusts had grown any stronger, surely Dayton would have been tossed into the sea. He grinned at the other male as he joked again about chasing the sun. "Good idea, Crucifix. After you." He nodded his head politely, gesturing for the other wolf to go first. He picked up the shell very delicately in his teeth, and then they both made their way down the rocks and onto the more forgiving sand.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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