Blackfeather Woods Blood, gold and tears

She tried her best to straighten herself up, gently nibbling her fur to clean it as best she could. She flickered her single eye up to Cicero as he spoke. His question confused her, and her mouth opened to ask a question, only to then realize what he spoke of. Oh, was the only word that exited from her mouth. Her single eye was wide, recalling the actions and words of the intoxicated Cicero. Oh, Cic', Her voice took on a tinge of pity; Cicero's love for Damien was beyond normal bounds. It was incestuous, but Potema felt no disgust. Does Damien know? Does...he reciprocate? What did that feel like, to love someone, anyone, but not have any love in return? She doubted it, given Damien's reaction to Cicero's drunken nibbling, but she had thought he was adverse of that simply because of the drugs pulsing through Cicero's blood. That was what she thought...