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

A moment’s pause felt like an eternity. Perhaps his nervousness hadn’t gone away at all, or it had rose in his throat again during the brief moment of silence. It doesn’t really matter, it was gone as soon as it came. His smiled mirrored Zephyr’s, made wider by the kiss. The words that accompany it made him feel secure. There’s nothing in this world that would make his lover feel anything less for Phillip, and that’s a road that goes both ways.

Of course I feel the same way about you. And that’s an answer he didn’t need to ponder. Phillip rested his head on Zephyr’s neck, a soft hum bubbled in his throat. And nothing’s gonna change that.