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Building Upon the Present [alamea]



Rune I

Loner

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01-10-2015, 08:08 PM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 10:40 PM by Evelyn.)



 Walk | Talk | Think
 
It always surprised him how magnetic his little mate was, how easily she could draw him to her, draw him out, make the hard Guardian's exterior that he wore slip away so that he could simply be himself and bask in her warmth, her understanding, her acceptance. She was sweet, soft, soothing: everything that he was not. And though it was in a way a danger, something so fragile and delicate that he felt the need to protect her constantly from harm, he could not imagine his life without her and what she brought to it. And maybe, if her own eager presses back into him where any indication, they would be able to bring more to their lives soon. 

There was a general sense of play, of fun, between them presently, and while he enjoyed the feel of it, something that he so rarely got to partake in and actually feel comfortable about it, he understood what he wished to ask was rather serious. His tone, when he spoke, reflected it, quieting, sobering, though he continued to stay pressed to Alamea, nuzzling his muzzle affectionately against hers. "I've been giving it some thought," he stated, "and wanted to ask if I could take your last name." 

His frosty blue eyes searched her face, desperate to gauge her reaction and whether the thought had ever crossed her mind before. It had never lingered overmuch on his until their children had started growing older, identifying with it more, and he being the only one of their family who lacked it. He had never been given one in his lifetime, had never really cared, until now. And with thoughts of more pups on the way...he wanted their family to be as united as possible. 

"Each of the kids have it. You have it," he explained, trying to hurriedly back up his request before she would speak. "I'm the only one who doesn't. And...if there's more," he added, hinting then about the future, about more children if she was ready to entertain the thought, "I think we should all share it." It was not how he had intended to ask, bombarding her with both requests at once, but the timing felt right. All of it felt right. Their pack was steady, even if small, the kids were currently on their way to being fully fledged adults, and her season was here. He just hoped he was reading her right, and not simply speaking from his own wants.