Hushed Willows If you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you.

truthfully, atwood feels a touch overwhelmed by the affection sundance radiates, lost in his bright smile, the touch of his mouth against his cheek. he fights the urge to withdraw as reif arrives bearing pops of color, a grounding sight he finds himself unmeasurably grateful for. "yeah," he murmurs, quietly echoing his silver-toned brother.

at sundance's question, atwood tilts his head thoughtfully. at length he says, "the caves," his eyes flitting from brother to brother curiously. they have not exactly been forbidden from the c-- well, so they have, but atwood strongly feels 'don't go there' is merely a starting negotiation and not an order. and with all three of them together, it surely won't be so treacherous, and surely, so interesting to see.