Blacktail Deer Plateau samson, come back to bed

danni, feel free to throw willow in here anytime!

dante arrived, and his physical gesture of affection sparked a fresh outpouring of tears; he clung to the gentle beta as sobs racked him. he could not speak, but surely the man knew this was also part of love, that the sorrow sometimes lurked beneath the valentine veneer.

at length lasher extricated himself and glanced at dante with a look of apology for flinging himself upon the man in his throes of grief. "this is my home." he spoke the words in a quiet tone, but one that resonated firmly.