04-28-2020, 07:19 PM
----------------tell me: who do i run to?
“Don’t be silly,” Pteron breathes against Aegean’s check, knowing that the other can feel the way the smile moves his face. “We couldn’t spend forever here. It’s the Forest, not a proper home.” Aegean is wanderer, Pteron knows, but surely he must feel same tug, that same draw toward a place to call Home. “I will find you a proper home, and give you the softest feathers.” He accentuates each of these promises with a soft touch, first at the base of Aegean’s throat, then the sleek muscle of his shoulder. “I will find some of the sweet-smelling herbs,” is said as he traces the rise of the other’s hip, “and build you the finest nest.”
These promises of domesticity had been meant sweetly, but as Pteron kisses his way down Aegean’s glowing sides, there is something less gentle unfurling inside him. A flower blooming, perhaps, but blooming quickly.
“I still fear I might break you if I move too quickly, that you’ll shatter like the reflection of the moon in a pond if I reach too far.” Pteron admits, his breath catching in his throat as he steadies his breathing. “But I have missed you. I have missed you every day, and I mean to show you exactly how much.”
FADE TO BLACK
-- pteron --
@[aegean]