Everything Alarian added seemed to make the story more and more ridiculous. Zamael hadn't ever heard someone get it so. . .wrong. Jesus. He sucked in a breath once his brother had finished, resisting an astonished burst of laughter. Thus composed, he leveled his fiery stare onto Alarian, one corner of his mouth lifting, the only tell to betray his amusement.
"Queenie had kids with a gay dude?" he asked, one brow lifted. That was all it took to break his facade; he broke into gentle chuckles that shook his chest, vibrating against his ribs. Goddamn it. "Alarian, do you see how he looks at you? How he treats you? Delight likes you a lot. Digs you. Thinks the sun shines out of your ass, probably. And it's a very good thing."
He let out a snort as he pondered the one wrinkle in the situation. "Fuck Queenie, anyway. Not literally," he added, voice wry. "That's what got your boy in this mess in the first place. But jeez, Alarian. . ." Zamael pressed his muzzle against his brother's shoulder, preening at the unkempt hair there, if he'd allow. He took a moment to breathe in his scent, at once happy. . .and terrified, for Alarian. And Delight, too, in a small way.
He'd found that sort of connection, once. Lost it a moon later. Since then, there was nothing at all that had convinced him that love was anything more than a temporary burst of joy, destined to be destroyed and converted into sorrow. A way to make unforgettable memories, and feel like you could fly--and all you had to do was lose your heart and soul in the process.
"I'm happy for you," Zamael whispered, a lump in his throat the size of his forepaw. "You need to be happy for you, too."
"Queenie had kids with a gay dude?" he asked, one brow lifted. That was all it took to break his facade; he broke into gentle chuckles that shook his chest, vibrating against his ribs. Goddamn it. "Alarian, do you see how he looks at you? How he treats you? Delight likes you a lot. Digs you. Thinks the sun shines out of your ass, probably. And it's a very good thing."
He let out a snort as he pondered the one wrinkle in the situation. "Fuck Queenie, anyway. Not literally," he added, voice wry. "That's what got your boy in this mess in the first place. But jeez, Alarian. . ." Zamael pressed his muzzle against his brother's shoulder, preening at the unkempt hair there, if he'd allow. He took a moment to breathe in his scent, at once happy. . .and terrified, for Alarian. And Delight, too, in a small way.
He'd found that sort of connection, once. Lost it a moon later. Since then, there was nothing at all that had convinced him that love was anything more than a temporary burst of joy, destined to be destroyed and converted into sorrow. A way to make unforgettable memories, and feel like you could fly--and all you had to do was lose your heart and soul in the process.
"I'm happy for you," Zamael whispered, a lump in his throat the size of his forepaw. "You need to be happy for you, too."
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gotta be above it - by Zamael - July 23, 2018, 07:01 PM
RE: gotta be above it - by Alarian - July 23, 2018, 10:50 PM
RE: gotta be above it - by Zamael - July 24, 2018, 12:19 AM
RE: gotta be above it - by Alarian - July 24, 2018, 12:30 AM
RE: gotta be above it - by Zamael - July 24, 2018, 12:39 AM
RE: gotta be above it - by Alarian - July 24, 2018, 12:55 AM
RE: gotta be above it - by Zamael - July 26, 2018, 10:46 PM