Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

wrapping up here; thank you for the thread <3 I'd love another sometime

He couldn't stop the swell of disappointment in his chest, but he nodded. I understand, Alarian murmured quietly, gaze trailing after the dark male's. When their eyes met, his cheeks flushed hot, but he managed not to look away. Another nod; a hunt sounded good right now.
And hunting was one of the few things he was good at, even with his leg as it was. Slowly the hunt quieted his nerves, and he parted from Mahler feeling only a little disappointed. He knew nothing would ever be there— between them— but he could not help but wish it so anyway. Not love— not love, no; Alarian only wanted him— wanted to possess Mahler in some way, whatever way he might allow (none, Alarian knew).
It was a disturbing thought; more so with the realization that he could not control it.