Duskfire Glacier tangled up in you

it is in these moments, rare, when wintersbane feels like an exposed wire: too vulnerable, in which he glimpses the truth of himself. that he didn't have everything all together, that he was prone to making messes and being an unruly boar when he wanted something so achingly but had no idea how to express it in the correct ways. it had always been easier to shy away from feelings — it was how he survived as a cub taken from his parents, from his teaghlaigh.

and as it had worked for him thus far he had seen no reason to adopt anything else.

am i really so frightening? wintersbane asks; smoky reticence taking a light lilting tilt of teasing. there was gravity to this discussion, to these vows made clumsily but nevertheless true and holding the weight that could crush or raise an empire.

she agrees, though given their grievances and affections for one another unceremoniously aired out wintersbane had not expected her to reject him ( even if he deserved to be rejected for being such an ass and letting his jealousy get the better of him and cause him to act with an immaturity unbecoming of his station and age ).

as i am your's.