Haunted Wood Purgatory

His silver moons stare intently at the raven pelted female. Her reaction and reply is simple, approving or at least something of the sort. He finds himself sighing internally when she decides that she wouldn’t detest the idea. Though now he knows the decision remains to be lying on Clarence. The boy is innocent and constantly craving his attention in ways that Serem doesn’t. The maturity difference he assumes is to blame here.

Giving Serem a cherished smile and a quaint nod he looks back to the other, awaiting his reaction. So he gazes upon the smaller, attempting to translate his body language and decipher the different plains of his voice. 

“Yes.” He hums to him gently. “Would you want to be with me even if I was with Serem as well?” He asks ever so cautiously.