After a particularly long night with
@Midar, Alarian finds himself in need of space; he's certainly not dissatisfied, but maybe he feels... a little suffocated. While he's finding himself increasingly content with the idea of living among his lover's family, he's having trouble adjusting to his constant presence. And all the sex. He may still be far from old, but he's little and broken and not quite as young as he used to be and —
Well, as much as he hates to admit it, he needs a break sometimes. So he decides to take a walk when he wakes up, maybe reinforce the borders. He'd already tried sightseeing yesterday; between the blanket of mist over the forest and the near-identical trees, there isn't much very interesting about this forest. At least, nothing he's discovered yet. He shivers a little as he trails through the snow, picking up the scent of a packmate after a time and following it idly. He chuffs as the scent grows stronger, gaze searching the mist; it's a familiar scent, but he knows he won't be able to place it until he sees the wolf.
works for me!! ❤
A dark figure appears through the mist as he presses forward, and he quickly identifies her as the woman who'd called their first meeting. Nyx, wasn't it? He dips his head in response to her greeting, tail swaying slowly behind him.
I was, but I wouldn't mind company,
He says, offering a slight smile and standing back to allow her to take the lead. He feels a predictable twinge of anxiety, but stifles it with the thought that this will be a good opportunity to learn more about Midar's family.
He follows without hesitation, relieved that the interaction seems to be going well so far, and follows Nyx's example in marking the borders. His ears perk a little at her question, and he pauses briefly before answering. I haven't met many others yet,
He admits, glancing into the forest for a moment. But it's gone well so far. I've been hoping to learn more about your family, actually. Midar hasn't said much.
Possibly because of the amnesia; he doesn't hold it against him. But he does want to know more about where he'll be living.
He's surprised to learn she's not related; ignorant as he still is, it's easy to mistake her dark coat and mismatched gaze, despite the differences in color, for traits of his lover's family. He can't help but think, as he commits the name Melonii to memory, that Midar Melonii is kind of cute. His mind is still on his lover as he listens to Nyx's description, sending a flush through his ears. Handsome might be an understatement — but he pushes that thought away, embarrassed by the intensity of his attraction to Midar. He really needs to stop thinking about him.
Gods?
He repeats softly, tone curious as his gaze drifts back to her. Midar hadn't mentioned being religious. Obviously his religion doesn't involve celibacy, though, so it's probably fine. Unless he just got himself into a cult or something (lol).
wrap up with your next post? ❤
He's undeniably intrigued by what little information she offers, though he feels similarly uncertain; does Midar expect him to convert? He's never been much of a fan of religion, really. Perhaps for his lover, he might be able to feign some interest — but could he truly believe? He doesn't know, and he's certain he won't find his answer until he learns more about this religion. Probably not, honestly, but maybe it's worth a try. For Midar, most anything is.
It sounds intriguing,
He says between leaving his own marks along the border.
I've never really known much about spiritual stuff — just not the way I was raised, I guess. You don't worship their gods?
It'd sounded that way, anyway. He wonders if Midar is the same; his lover doesn't quite strike him as the spiritual type.