Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

No satisfying response came, of course. Damien just looked at him. Had Cicero known of his thoughts perhaps he had laughed at their depths. As if decisions needed to be made right now. As if it was a simple yes or no. It was never simple when love as deep as theirs was involved. Cicero was determined to show Damien it did not need to be hard. If you pretended something was normal, then everyone around you would see it as a normal thing, and before you knew, it was normal. Perhaps others needed to get used to this. Cicero did not mind, for he knew if he applied his mind, soon all would accept their relations. And even if they did not and Damien wished to keep things a secret, Cicero would accept that and live with that.

But this, this was not an answer. Cicero let out a warning growl when Damien asked him who he was, for he felt almost insulted that his brother would think him not himself in this moment. Perhaps the rush of feelings and the aggression in his nightmares caused Cicero doubt at times, but this moment, the way he spoke with passion and metaphors... Sheogorath could only hope to grasp this finesse some day.

"Cicero Melonii," he said dryly. "Think of this, Damien. We shape the world and create what is normal by doing it with no shame and so living on the opinions of others. Things are not a simple yes or no. Love is never easy, it needs to be fought for. "

Cicero moved closer to Damien, if he would let his brother, and whispered softly in his ear while he nibbled his brother's earlobe: "Always." He then moved past Damien and into the forest's embrace, assuming his brother would not speak again or so him somehow, to leave his brother to his thoughts and decisions.