Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

arcturus very much would have liked that cuddle -- but his mind was still reeling from what he assumed was a rejection. had he not been enough? was he ugly? did she not think, that they were somehow tied by the fates now? the frown on his features only deepened as he heard what towhee had to say.

was that a thing? just a lay? he thought of his parents, together since time immemorial.. well, except for speedy -- but had she been just a lay to charon? arcturus believed, a bit childishly maybe, that his father had genuinely liked, maybe even loved, speedy. which made everything that had just happened even more confusing. did he love this stranger? he thought the answer might destroy his ideas of romanticism and of love, so he pushed the thought away. the fact was, they had done something together he would never forget -- and he wanted to hold onto that, onto her, forever.

he moved closer, not wanting to lose her. he still wanted that cuddle, emotions aside - he was just so fucking confused. she had come into his life like a tornado, and completely changed the trajectory of his life in one single encounter. was that how life really was? one person could cause a landslide of mini-events thereafter, changing lives for good or for bad? "could it be different?" arcturus tried to close the gap between them, thrilled by the contact of his fur and skin to hers.