Noctisardor Bypass I think I’m doing alright.

Etienne cursed quietly in Haitian creole. He was not in fact fine. But it would do no good to argue with Anselm. He was irritated at the other males blatant resistance.

Etienne flinched at the cold tone, but chalked it up to the other male hurting. So he turned to do what tasked. Muttering to himself. He would love to have something a little better for his claws.

When Etienne moved back he saw the tail end of Anselm. And like a steel trap a stabbing pain hit him in the chest. He hit his knees. So Anselm didn't trust his healing anymore either? Was he now worthless.

A soft whine and he dropped the reeds to the ground. Perhaps maybe it was time to go home.

He didn't chase, didn't call out. He turned battered heart to the borders and beyond.