Moonspear we just sell different parts of ourselves

i would, wintersbane replies to her inquiry. i do. he emphasizes with soft correction of his words. though, admittedly, he has not been actively seeking a life partner to share the little and big triumphs with — for he was too busy being reckless and acting out the whims of his youth apparently yet to fade; emboldened by the morphing change that pain and loss have left upon his besmirched soul — he thinks it'd be nice. to have that part of his life figured out. to at least get one fragment of it stable.

for it has always been a wild and unstable thing; bucking him along as a wild stallion not yet broken bucked any that would attempt to bridle and ride it.

it is stability i search for; to plant roots and see what blossoms from them. a balm to ease the ache in my soul. he has found the ground he wishes to sow and grow upon ...he only has to let himself.