Northstar Vale five car garage

Being vague 'cause y'know. Backdated to April 14th (Queenie's first day in heat ಠ‿↼)

It was weird. It was really weird. Although Queenie wasn't necessarily confused or oblivious, she was surprised; stuff like this didn't happen to girls like her. She was supposed to be immune, exempt from this trial (at least, that's what she'd told herself). But alas, Queenie's body had different plans in mind. 

For a little while, she sat outside the mouth of her den and thought about the past few weeks in an effort to recollect any signs that this might have been coming. In retrospect, a lot of her behavior had made sense, as had some of the more personal physical changes; Queenie silently scolded herself for not knowing better.

Nonetheless, she knew that she had to seek out @Delight, which she did with her tail tucked and teeth bared to any passing males.

since their falling out, delight has largely spent his time avoiding queenie -- and avoiding tindome as a whole, outside the borders. maybe it's a shitty leadership move but he can't bring himself to care. he's not upset with queenie anymore -- she'd been right from the start and he knew that -- but with himself, his general inability to lead, failures at being a wolf, etc, etc, etc. 

maybe he should just run away with alarian and call it a day.

it's in this moment, wavering with indecision, that queenie finds him. he's surprised -- she doesn't seem like the type to approach first after a fight, he'd been expecting to have to grovel -- but then she's close enough for him to smell and, ah. oh. "hi," delight manages weakly, maintaining enough distance to keep himself sane. "um, what's up? besides the.. obvious."

It was difficult for Queenie to put her pride aside, but something about Delight made it seem more natural than she had anticipated. Needless to say, they'd become close over time and Queenie was confident that they'd developed a strong bond, whether their days together consisted of bickering or shacking up. She didn't mind, as long as he planned on sticking around.

Abandonment wasn't something that the St. Clairs took lightly.

I, uh, Queenie sighed, tail beginning to quiver. In an effort to calm her nerves, she sat down with a firm plop! and hoped that the scent might halt long enough for a decent conversation, I don't know. I thought that, since you're running things...girls normally find whoever is in charge when this stuff happens, right?

he expects her to still be a little mad, at least -- but either she's quicker to move past moods than he is (and to be fair, it's not hard), or those mysterious things hormones are at work. "oh," delight squeaks, gaze flitting between queenie's face and body quickly. "that, i guess, that makes sense," he continues, trying to sound more confident than he feels and failing. queenie's right, though: he is the guy in charge, even if he's doing a terrible job of it. 

maybe this is what he's supposed to do. clearing his throat, the morwinyon straightens up slightly, pulling together the frayed bits of his emotional state into something that can at least fake competancy for now. "right," he says, more to himself, and then, "of course. uh... first, though, i'm sorry about -- before. you did what you were supposed to do and i shouldn't have gotten worked up." there. cool. week(s) of agonizing solved. ahem. "so, what, er, what do you want to do about. this." the words come out faintly strained, his eyes inadvertently drifting back down as he talks. delight's not really... he's never really thought about, you know, women, but... he's never been so close to a girl in heat before, and boy. that smell, huh? he kind of gets it. his conversation with queenie about kids suddenly replays -- or specifically, queenie's voice (oddly sultry in the memory, ha?) going 

you're running the show around here, it's normally your type that gets all serious about breeding and such.

he swallows. no, no, don't be silly, that can't possibly be what's going on here. haha. ha. hell.

It was so weird to think that now, of all times, Delight would choose to show off just how thick his skull really was. Had it been under any under circumstances and Queenie might have actually been able to find humor in his awkward boyishness, but perhaps because of the already weird undertones of this interaction and her personal cocktail of hormones, all that she could manage to dig up was anger. A lot of anger.

Nonetheless, she kept her cool. Queenie knew when to snap and when not to, and this didn’t seem like a good time for either party. It’s fine, Del, she said, voice audibly lethargic, It was just an argument, it happens. But that’s not why I’m here so let’s cut to the chase.

The more that Delight spoke, the deeper he dug this hole, the more annoyed Queenie became. Again, she remained silent and held back any visible signs of rage, but she was a-brewin’.

Its kind of up to you. If you’re not interested then I can go, but I figured why not. Right?

if at any point in del's life someone would suggest to him that a girl would approach him and offer herself to him like this, he would have laughed himself to tears. and queenie of all people -- they're close, but! in a clearer state of mind he would have a thousand things to say: didn't we agree kids aren't for us, for starters, and you know i'm in love with someone else, and also not very into women, for another. 

unfortunately, clearheaded delight is on vacation. hormone-muddled depression delight is the one that's here, and he takes a step closer, eyes wide in alarm. "no no, don't go," he says, "i was just -- surprised." has queenie always had such pretty eyes? such sleek, shiny fur? isn't gender a construct, anyway? clearing his throat again, the morwinyon presses closer slightly, his movements delicate and flitting. "this is what leaders do, right?" he's half-asking for reassurance, half agreeing with her as he gently touches his nose against her shoulder, should she let him. he's not a virgin, but he's never... with a girl, like this.

but if it's for tindome, he'll do it.

The dialogue was one-sided. Throughout the entire thing, Queenie remained silent; for the first time in her life, she was allowing someone else to have power over her, body and soul. If Delight and Queenie concieved, her life would no longer be her own, and there was nothing that terrified her more than an existence rooted in vulnerability. At one point or another, she'd gotten so lost in her thoughts that she'd managed to forget what was even happening; in those moments, Queenie had a taste of peace.

It eventually ended, for which Queenie was grateful. Without Delight to break the silence, one can assume that it would have been a noticeably awkward lapse. What was she supposed to say? Thanks! Really appreciate it, haha. Maybe, You're much better at this than the other stuff. 

queenie's silence does little to sooth his own anxieties, as foreign as it is. as foreign as all of this is, so strange, so queer. he feels queer, queerer than he's felt when he laid with another boy in a different life, queerer than he's felt watching the fine lines of mato's hips and thinking of -- well, this. 

but not this at all. delight wants to question it but met with queenie's vulnerable reserve he clams up, finally, and finishes in silence, a shy, trembling silence that continues until they finally pull apart, delight's gaze dropping to the ground. with the heady rush of instinct and hormone fading off, there is a panic beginning in his chest, but he dares not let queenie see it (god, how humiliating that would be). 

instead he finds it in himself to reach out and gently brush her shoulder with his snout, wondering if she feels as out of sorts as he does -- isn't sex supposed to make you feel good after -- or if she's regretting it already. is he? no, though, it's hard to tell if that's because of the hazy-if-distant afterglow or not. the morwinyon finds his voice, a little unsteady, and whispers, "you okay?" his voice oddly soft as it breaks the fragile silence.

There was a strange period of time in between doing it and undoing it, during which Queenie was more than happy to sit inside of her little bubble and recover. Those moments could have been used to think about what they had just done and what it meant, or to contemplate why they had just done that stupid, stupid thing and what stupid, stupid thing would come next. 

Once they had finished, oh, did Queenie regret it. Unlike other times, though, she didn't have a friend to go vent to, because her absolute best friend was the one who had hurt her.

It wasn't entirely Delight's fault, either. In Queenie's mind, he had done the right thing; he was in charge, so her heat was his prize, and when she had come to him, she hadn't expected to be denied. It takes two to tango, she reminded herself with a breath, half wincing at Delight's touch. Without thinking much, she moved a few steps away, ears laid back and eyes low. I'm fine, she told him, voice cold and chilling as the winter winds. 

I'm fine.

wrap up soon? these poor kids haha

queenie recoils from his touch, making his stomach sink. but she'd been the one who came to him -- how else is he supposed to interpret that? still, the frost in her voice makes him take a step back in return, feeling suddenly ashamed of himself. maybe he'd taken advantage? maybe he was supposed to tell her no? 

well. there's no going back now, and delight is, at his core, a loyalist. clearly she doesn't want to talk about.. whatever it is they've just gotten themselves in to, so he takes a breath and lets it go. when he speaks again, his voice is measured: "okay." he doesn't make a move to leave, nor does he try to approach her again. "do you want me to stay?" he asks, instead, leaving the ball in her court -- honestly, he doesn't know what the right move is here, and is desperate for a cue.

Absolutely! Put them out of their misery :p

It was difficult to pinpoint the exact emotions that Queenie felt in the moment, but she knew that they weren't good, and it seemed that Delight had picked up on that, too. She winced softly at his voice with a barely noticeable rise and fall of the hackles lining her spine. Did she want him to stay? Not necessarily, but she figured that it would have been worst to be left alone.

Stay, Queenie sighed, finally lifting her eyes to meet Delight's, but go over there, please. There was a certain plea in her gaze, as though this simple ask were the last that she would have the energy to give.