Hushed Willows i'm at an all time low

A small, yet noticeable, chuckle escaped Trick's mouth. He wondered if he would ever forget the first night with Teagan, their bodies pressed together, connected and yet worlds apart. Was he gay? Did it matter? Ugh, the poet wasn't used to having this kind of conversations with someone he somewhat cared for. He had only had deep conversations with random strangers that were high on mushrooms or berries or something. Even with Odin he hadn't talked about feelings or love. Odin only told him that he should be grateful that he had spared him, that he should be more like Thor. Because Thor was SO damned perfect, and strong, and handsome. Yeah, and he lacked a ton of brain cells too. What started your trust-issues? Trick questioned before he could return a question about trust. But it was only natural for one to ask the same thing to the other to. Trick sighed. I have a habit of casting everybody out... He breathed in deeply as he realized this too. But if I had to chose to trust anyone with my life, it would be you. He admitted honestly.

Light blinds. It hides the truth, smothers you in a sea of rose pedals that just seems to suck you in deeper and deeper. He spoke bitterly. He did not have the best memories of the light at all. He had been a dark pelted, little male in a pack full of grand arctic wolves who had all had their fair share of picking on him. He would rather keep in the shadows where he could hide. 

Perhaps that is the only way to truly love... Trick mumbled, stepping closer to his ever so gay and sassy companion, placing his forehead on his shoulder. As Teagan began talking, something wet and salty poured out of his emerald eyes. What was this? No, he wasn't crying, truly not! He bunked his head to Teagan's shoulder in a steady rhythm. Stop. it. you. stupid. coward. I don't know... His voice cracked at every edge, but sounds of sobbing were stilled by the confusion.