Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

They locked gazes; her two-toned, his -- well, singular. Between the two of them there was one whole face, anyway. One heart. His thundered whenever he caught sight of her and filled him with such goodness, such warmth and love and adoration, that he thought he could die happy just for being within sight of her — but he was here in their shared home and they shared so much more than that. It was surreal to him but at the same time, so right.

Except for the surprising volley of words that erupted from her. Well, that was right too,
he wanted
— he'd tried to —

Wait what was going on here? Why all of a sudden?

His ears tilted to either side, like awkward black horns. Maegi motioned to the shadows behind herself and Titmouse hastily glanced there but, seeing nothing, and flustered by her abrupt shift of attention back to him, he was just struggling to keep up. But slowly he processed her words, her questions, so surprisingly innocent and forceful. Everything he'd wanted, really.

The boy opened his mouth; gaping for a second, trying to think of the words to explain but then when he tried to say them, they were wheezes, rasps, breaths. He couldn't quite form what he was thinking in to words, and his thoughts were too fast to process to begin with. It was a little bit too much for the ghost right now. But he wanted her - above all else, to keep her safe and happy and to provide whatever she wanted — his love knowing no limits.

So, instead of speaking, he acted. Closing the distance between them and burrowing his nose against her scruff, at first. Tasting the air around her. It was --- it was different, but not what he expected. Undetered, Titmouse began move around her with deliberate steps in case this wasn't what she wanted, or she changed her mind; he drew his touch along the curve of her throat, met his shoulder against her's and dragged softly, mingling their fur. Getting nearer to where he needed to be and yet, leaving ample time for consideration.