Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

These two, I just can't XD

Trick liked to think he was not capable of love, of true affection of any kind. He had been like this ever since his mother died, which was when he was around 3 months or so. His heart was like stone to him where nobody would ever get, or so he thought. Loving someone would only bring pain, destruction, and he couldn't deal with those emotions. He was better of on his own, he always told himself whenever he was lonely. When his travels had begun, he had built a wall around him that would protect his quite fragile stone heart.

You bet I am. He said totally serious. He praised himself for his wit and intelligence more than he praised himself for his dark plans. He was practically as smart as a female. You got to step up your game if you want to come up with a name so brilliant, so sophisticated, as mine. He bragged sarcastically. He laughed right with the heartbreaker. It was as if they were drunk gay guys at a bar. I wouldn't dare to call you Bobby again, Bobby-dear. He now teased, grinning like a madman. Two could play this game. This horribly satisfying game.

I know a lot. He huffed, laying down as the other caressed him. Just as Trick was getting into it, his warm damp fur was left alone and the warmth of Teabag was gone. The fuck? He popped his head up again, trying to make out Teagan's face in the darkness of the cave. He scooted closer again. Was he not good enough for him anymore? He found the other's neck and -if Teabag would let him- started nibbling on his fur and skin.