Neverwinter Forest on a black throne reigns upright

A cascade of tears sprang forth from Cypress' eyes as the weight of everything they were faced with broke free of the binding ties and crushed down on his heart. Rian issued a pleading whine in the hopes of drawing the raven-cloaked boy back towards him and away from the all-consuming void of his emotional turmoil. The anxiety he was fighting to withhold was threatening to devour him whole, but he couldn't allow it—not this close to the precipice he was so desperate to leap from.

In two great sides he was suddenly beside Cypress; against Cypress, pressing every reachable inch of him into the boy's side to support him and convey, somehow, how much he truly loved his cousin. They hadn't gone through their hurts together, but the kindred spirit he saw locked away in the depths of his hurt was singing a siren's song to his wayward heart. He wanted anyone, anything, to cling to. And if Cypress was willing to entertain his rebellious thoughts, then he could find no reason not to latch himself onto the younger boy. 

"You belong," He replied as he bowed his head to press the slope of his muzzle into the shadow's shoulder. Rian felt, for the first time in many months, the acute ache that permiated the structure of his body, and just how tired, physically and mentally, he really was of all of this. "with me. With whoever else comes with us." He breathed, the words spilling forth from his mouth in an uncontrollable torrent, "Your paw wouldn't want you trying to rebuild his dreams; he would want you to be your own man. My da, too, and now's a good a time as any, aye?"