I Could Be Like The Cool Kids

Walk | Talk | Think

"Sensitive" could easily have been Eirik's middle name, and he proved it now. The lump in his throat obstructed any other words he might have said to his cousin, and his rosy eyes filled with tears that blurred his vision as he stared at the spotted wolf. It was him! It was Amarant! He could not believe it, even with the younger wolf standing right in front of him and offering one of his trademark statements of self-flattery. There was no doubt in Eirik's mind now as he gave a short laugh, the lump in his throat cutting it off and threatening to let loose all the tears currently collected in his eyes. But that was no use either. As he blinked, they fell, and it seemed as they went they took the last shreds of his composure with them.

He cried quietly as he smiled and approached the younger wolf, not bothering to even ask his cousin if a hug would have been okay as he moved in to wrap his neck around Amarant's. His eyes clenched shut as he held his cousin close, so sure that he never would have gotten the chance to again. With two sisters, Amar had been the one Eirik had taken to quickly, a younger brother of sorts that he wanted to take under his wing and act as a mentor too. Circumstances had prevented that from happening, but in no way had they diminished Eirik's regard for him.

"It's been way too long," he finally managed to roughly mutter, his voice still hoarse though a bit more under his control now. Sniffling just a little, he drew back, trying to draw himself together as he smiled, still somewhat teary-eyed, into Amarant's face. "Where have you been?" he asked, desperate to know what had kept him away so long. "I'd started to believe you were gone." Like Dad. He would need to mention that fact at some point, Eirik knew, but for right now he just wanted to spend a happy moment catching up with his younger cousin.