Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

Etienne buried his head further into his paws and legs. The sound of the heavy sleet on the ground distressing to his sensitive ears. But he would get through it, he always did.

There was a stricter form to his body this time. A less open vulnerability, but only because he knew if he opened himself up further. He may cause a very untoward advance on his part. And Anselm had made it clear time and time again, that he was not gay. That he was normal.

Etienne nodded. I would like to see dem again.

The distance was felt as Anselm readied himself to leave. Etienne did not want him to go, but yet he knew he must let him. Because he had no claim on such a wild man. A tilt of his head. Golden eyes finding the sunset gaze of the one man he would love forever.

Fè atansyon deyò, ti gason dyab