Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

fighting back the insistence of his body to lean into peregrine's brief and friendly gesture, lasher explored the sudden longing that welled within him, but chose to ignore it for the time being -- he intended to quell it at a later time. "i am well." a sudden, ironic and subtly bitter expression flew into a cupid's bow upon his lips. "i told dante of affections i have long held for him. while he was gentle, they are not reciprocated."

lasher laughed lowly into the warm night, teeth flashing in a grin warm on peregine's behalf. "what is it that is said? c'est la vie," he murmured. "such is life. i am glad it is treating you well." for, despite the anger and hurt that had followed the panther's departure, peregrine's happiness was tantamount in his mind.