Whitefish River The way you did once upon a dream

A smile tugs at his lips when Evergreen turns and utters his nickname, unbidden yet not entirely unwelcome; the feeling is foreign and familiar all at once, and he isn't sure whether he wants more of it or none of it at all. The former seems to dominate, at least for the moment, as he finds himself drawing up beside the Count and affectionately nudging his shoulder with his nose. Yeah, I — would like that, The hitch in his voice inspires a hot flush across his ears and face, as it always does, and he swallows several times to relieve the sting in his throat. His ears flick a few times, fanning to relieve a bit of the uncomfortable heat before returning to their typical half-folded position.