Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

It was hard to tell whether Damien was ashamed of his own feelings and tried to hide them, or if he was afraid of the intensity and power of Cicero's feelings. The depths of Cicero's love for his brother were unending, and he stood in uncertainty, not sure what course of action to take. Regardless of the reasons behind Damien's words and uncomfortable feelings, Cicero knew that being frank and blunt could either break the ice or chase Damien further from his embrace.

covering words in candy floss and rainbows had never been Cicero's style, although often when he found that he had the choice between hard words or dishonest words, he would choose no words at all. His bottom lip quavered as he hesitated on what to say next. It was perhaps why he had never chosen to discuss his love for Damien with Damien. Love was a feeling stronger than words. Words might only bring up resistance, while Damien's physical reaction had showed Cicero what was in his heart.

The middle way seemed to be Cicero's weapon of choice in any situation. No words, or, in this case, questions instead of declarations of truthful love. "Why would we not have that?" Cicero asked, his ears twitching when he said the word 'we'. He took a few steps closer, ears folding against his skull as he lowered his head and looked up at Damien. "Why is there doubt in Damien's heart?" That was perhaps the more important question, but all the same it was a question that made the conversation thread the dangerous rope that could easily snap and pull Cicero under.