Wheeling Gull Isle maybe it’s not the moon at all

*throws komodo’s 100th post at you and runs*

She only needed to say that one word, and Komodo immediately understood the game she was playing at. Let her play the fool, if it suit her. Perhaps Seelie would have been fine — nay, entirely too happy — to forget any of the wanton tension that ever existed between them; from the magnetism that dripped from every delicate syllable that fell from her nascent tongue, to the way he attended and bolstered her without questions, seemingly without reason; but he had not the restraint, never had before and especially did not not at that moment.

The young seraph might be all too happy to ignore it, to swallow it and deny it while she continued to bestow her affections upon others directly in front of him, as if it had never mattered, but it was as present for him now as it had ever been. Perhaps more-so. 

The roan shaman held her plucky gaze for a restrained, taciturn moment. He gave a reproving chuckle, a short noise that lingered deep in the pit on his throat — then, he cut off with his single-worded response. “No.” No, it was not Driftwood of which he spoke and it was almost laughable, that he might be threatened by the waifish, nervous thing they had picked up beachside… but it might as well have been true. He had wished to be Driftwood as he played with Coelacanth on the wet sands, just as he wished to be the Morningside wolves as they were bestowed with the girl’s love and familial affections, just as he wished to shepherd the girl through the vicissitudes of leadership [the gampr upheld that particular honor].

Unfortunately, the earthstalker was a man not as confident as the mask he wore — instead, he cultivated an inflated sense of avarice to fill and distract from that void. With the sheepdog in her spiced state, it simmered far too hot in his belly. His smelted gaze held strong, almost level with her own as his large physique reclined and her featherlight frame stood straight, and he silently dared her to not speak of it still. He fully expected her to respond; and oh, how he wondered.