Little Moments

*Crucifix* · (This post was last modified: 04-22-2014, 06:12 PM by Crucifix.)

It didn't pass Crucifx's attention as the other boy paused for a minute before he would speak, he watched as the fawny coated boy would shake out his fur and wait as the wind picked up around them. He had been right, something about family came as an upset for this boy and Cru found himself wondering what it could be. He himself had been raised in a strongly connected family, a group of beings who loved each other dearly. Well, except of course for Lunatic who had killed their mother and scattered their family for many seasons...

It wasn't cruelty that had driven Cru into asking his question and watching the reaction of the other, it was the sense of sadness that had emitted from the other. Here he had been with thoughts of his lover on his mind and as happy as a puppy in spring. When family had been mentioned he had gone still, and perhaps a little more uncertain ? could it be that whatever worried at him was still a part of his life? If there was someone hurting this boy, Crucifix would not stand for it. Perhaps it was true that he had only just met this russet creature, but there was something innocent and sweet, and hurt about him that reminded him of Twig.

Day spoke of happiness for Cru, and then, with a touch of uncertainty plunged on to tell him a harsh truth. The boy would listen, his eyes intent upon Dayton, watching his expressions across his muzzle, the tone his words fell in as well as the words themselves. The story he told was nothing like Cru's own past, of his separation of his parents being forced by his own father, of his sister falling ill and Day being left on his own. ?I can see? Cru said, somewhat cautiously ?How you would choose to create your own family instead of being content with the ones you where born to? and... he could. Perhaps he scoffed at love, but he also could not and would not deny it to this damaged boy. The story would pause there however, as they moved from the stone, Cru bounding lightly from his perch and continuing on until it was soft sand beneath his pads. The ground beneath him was cool now, with only the barest remembrance of sun across their gritty surface. ?And I'm glad for you that you found your Misha? he said, and a smile would turn up his lips.

"My sounds""My Soul"

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