He couldn't take it anymore. Sure, he was surrounded by family in the Hallows, some he didn't even know he had and even a plethora of nieces and nephews, but it wasn't the same as someone you wanted to be with. Not that he didn't want to be with his family, but he did want his family to grow, by one specific wolf in particular.

To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. He hadn't talked to or seen Sorcerer since the bonfire and frankly, he was worried the man had found a reason to run off. Was his family too big? Had he been intimidated by his family, particularly that his brother was leading the castle-dwelling pack? He was honestly afraid to find out, but he didn't want to lose another love. Losing Malachai (or rather, the radio silence) had nearly destroyed him. If Sorcerer had moved on, he wasn't sure what he would do with himself. Though it would probably start with a large bottle of wine all to himself alone in his room, it wouldn't be the first time he spiraled.

With each step, he got more and more nervous. He didn't know where Sorcerer had been living, though he knew he hadn't been with a pack. That made it even harder to find him, but he had to start somewhere and that was with crossing the Bifrost. He took a few nervous deep breaths as he crossed the land bridge into Boreas and paused, trying to calm his nerves yet failing quite miserably. No time like the present, he supposed, and so he tilted his head back and called out for the man, his voice noticeably nervous despite his best efforts to sound somewhat normal.

"Speech!"

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Sorcerer has been lingering in the land that the land bridge that connects Boreas to Auster as he excitedly continues to work on a small surprise for Shaw. Since spending time with him at the Bonfire festival, Sore has thrown himself into trying to get this little gift together for the warrior. However, he happens to be a bit of a perfectionist and time has slipped away without him really noticing how much time has passed. Glaring down at the basket he has been carefully trying to weave, a growl fills the air because, again, the weave isn’t coming out correctly.

With a frustrated sigh, he kicks it away and sulks… when a call reaches his ears. Surprised, the man’s head snaps up in the direction of the summons and he quickly shuffles his work back underneath a fur before standing. Shaking out his coat, Sorcerer tries smooth out his coat before he is happily trotting to where Shaw is waiting. As he moves, the monochrome man cannot help but notice that it is already late Spring and he mentally kicks himself for allowing so much time to pass without visiting the one man who makes his heart happy. It doesn’t take him long to appear and a huge smile breaks across his face.

Sauntering boldly toward the oil-slick colored wolf, he happily calls out, “Shaw! How are you doing? I have been working on a surprise for you but uh, I haven’t finished it yet.” Eyes dance with joy as he stops before the larger male and lifts a slender paw to playfully wag it at the man while his eyes narrow. The smile never lips his lips as he gently teases, “No peeking mister!” A laugh bubbles out as his tail wags behind him and he leans up to gently nuzzle the side of Shaw’s face, if the man allows it. Heat floods his cheeks as he goes, suddenly wondering if he is being too forward with his affection. Ah, fuck it. Shaw makes him happy and Sorcerer wants to show him that fact!


"Grimshaw" & "Sorcerer"

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