Blackfeather Woods viva la vida

The rhythm of Damien's heartbeat raised with every step that his brother took towards him. He didn't want it, he didn't feel as comfortable in the spider's presence as he had in his youth, but as was to be expected Cicero's approach was confident and  immediate. His intentions were obvious, and it was confirmed by his attempt to reach out for Damien's ear without regard for personal space. For a moment Damien thought of those strange feelings in their youth, those forbidden encounters and the lengths he'd gone through to hide it. There had been a kind of passion there, a drive that Damien had enjoyed to some extent, but it had always felt so wrong. There was a voice, a little speaker between his ears trying to convince him that following Cicero's game would only end up in disaster. That voice's efforts had been effective. Damien pulled back, eluding his brother's approach in a silent statement. It had not been the first time he'd done it, in fact, Cicero's attempts to touch him were usually met by Damien's rejection; but this time it meant a completely different thing.

Adrenaline fiddled down his body, electrifying his hide and sending chills down his spine. His heartbeat spiked and accelerated and a knot tangled his throat. He didn't say a word, he didn't explain, he didn't breathe. He just kept pulling back. A step, another, Damien had in a matter of seconds put a good couple tails between himself and his brother, but never had he felt such anxiety about making a decision. He had become a coward, only Cicero had ever gotten him so low, but still the young prince hoped that his brother would accept his way and stay by his side.