They were quick to become friends as children, continuously running into each other as they got older almost seemed like fate was telling them something. His feelings budded as he got older, she was charming without even trying to be.
He wasn't the most forward with his desires, but mainly out of fear that it would alter there current relationship.
As his muzzle touches her, she leans into him and for a moment he allows himself to grow intoxicated with the moment. The rusty smell of blood fills his nares, but even stronger her own smell, sweet like a flower but perhaps its a smell he built in his mind.
As he stands with his body pressed against hers he can tell in her voice that she has caught a glimpse of the thoughts in his mind. She speaks a gentle thank you before pausing, and the way she contemplated her thoughts it almost seemed like she was preparing to break up with him. When she speaks again she admits she wasn't sure what her heart wanted, an attempt to gently let him down.
He smiles when she finishes speaking, he certainly had an interest in her but he didn't expect her to devote her love for him right in thus moment. They were both young, a life to live ahead of them and if she wasn't ready in this moment he was okay with it. That's alright Brazen, his voice was gentle. I will always be here, whatever you do decide. His muzzle gently touches her shoulder encased in bone. They had a way of always running into each other in this life, and he knows they will again at some point. He would be here even if it was just as a friend. But the temptation to have a chance with her will always linger and if given the opportunity he wouldn't let it pass.
[corban]
@[Brazen] Since theyre much older now than in this thread we can wrap up (or leave it as is) and do a new one at some point
