Sunset Valley no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face

He pulls away shyly, trying to guard the scar tissue across his muzzle from his brother's nip. Purple eyes offer an apologetic glance a silent plea for forgiveness. Of course not here. How was he so foolish?

You're better than the sun's taunting. He coos softly. Abysnthe knows his brother can do better than staring at the sun. He feels both of them deserve more than days spent looking at the skies. A tattered ear and good ear press back against his crown at the words that fall from his brother's inky lips. Of course. The ebony male answers with an almost nervous tone to his voice as if to convey his internal question of what's wrong?