Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

That one made him pause.

Fig didn’t move away from her, but he did hesitate at the word. Heat. It was a word he knew well, for he had no desire to risk the consequences that could come of it. Figment didn’t want to be a father. He’d spent too much of his life with others as his primary focus. He wanted to live for himself, which he knew simply wouldn’t be possible if he became a father. He didn’t want that burden. He wanted his independence. His freedom.

But gods how he wanted her.

”I don’t want children,” Fig said quietly, his voice strained.

But after another moment, he relaxed as he surrendered. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to control or restrain. He wanted to be alive. He wanted this moment with her.

”I can’t let you go…”

Fig pressed himself against her, holding her close, leaving kisses on her muzzle, her cheek, her ear, her neck, her throat. All the while murmuring…

”Sunflower… Sunflower…”

Sunflower…