Blackfeather Woods It's always been you

@Damien pls

After Cicero had cared for him Damien had come from the depths of the mazes of Blackfeather Woods, but he was not the same. He remained as he had been, often indecipherable and incoherent, no matter the support he tried to give. Cicero did not remember what Sheogorath had done, if he had done anything, so he could only try to fill in what happened. Or simply accept things were as they were and his brother was as he was now, and move on from there, pragmatic as he always had been.

But still Damien was his everything, his world — Cicero had to admit the day the pups were born he had felt something, a spark, but it was not like what Damien was to him still. He did not care if his brother would never reciprocate his love for him; that was not his goal, that was never his goal. He only wished that his brother would at least accept the love he offered. Even if it would never be returned, then he would stand by his brother's side. Always.

He had been following the scent trail and ragged ears perked forward as he looked into the darkness of the forest ahead. He was coming closer. "Brother? I have brought food for you," he offered. A rabbit carcass was slung over his shoulder, dangling with every step. Damien had not been well enough to take care of himself in some time, so he had, as soon as he had returned from the trip to the beast's side. Now he seemed to be getting better at caring for himself, but Cicero wanted to be sure he ate well, still...