Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

Any humor left his face at Alarian's rejection of his claim. Rejection--it was not something he handled well. Midar's teeth clenched together, fury filling his violet gaze as he stared at the other man silently for a few seconds. His second response only served to anger the beast further, implying that he was what? not of sound enough mind to know that he wanted to be with his lover forever? He knew his mind was fucked up from his injury and the subsequent amnesia, but he wasn't aware that Alarian thought him less for it. Wrenching his jaws apart, he opened his mouth to speak, a harsh sigh escaping from his chest first. I won't stop saying it, because it is the truth, he replied glaring at the other man. You're mine, Midar said again, not caring that Alarian had just asked him not to say it. Do you not want to be mine? he asked, eyebrow lifting in question. He was somewhat confused now, and he wanted to hear Alarian say the words. Not that it would really change anything; it would simply make things more difficult for them, because the beast refused to give up his lover.