Blackfeather Woods o thou, who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

felt like writing something soft so i decided to start for us <3

He's been away from @Phillip for far too long today, for the first time since he arrived home. The sky is darkening when the wraith passes the borders back into his home, pace quicker than usual. He's agitated, with himself above all else. Lately it feels like any time that isn't spent with his lover is time wasted, and today, it feels like he wasted the whole thing.
So he's a little on edge when he finds the dark boy, a little sharper than usual with his greeting. Phillip, A kiss, slightly rough, messy, brief; a reflection of his current state. He presses against him, skin crawling with the need to be touched. This is what love really is, though he'd forgotten it that night on the mountain — his eyes had only just opened, and the gaudy display of Taikon's soul had dazzled him. Compared to this, that night in the Sunspire feels dull and drained. Another grey winter night, color leeched by the wraith's presence. As if any warmth he touches is drained by the act itself.
It's nothing like that with Phillip.
Here, now, pressed against the one wolf he truly trusts, he feels warmth all around him. Prismatic iridescence, delicate dapples of electric emerald over a backdrop of soft sapphire, the tug of a sugar-frosted melody at the core of the wraith. Velvety blue swirls and rosy feather-trails, and endless passion, a counter to his frigidity; a well of warmth that never runs dry, no matter how much his cold embrace leeches. He preens at him softly, wordless, needing only this closeness. Nothing else will ever compare to this.