Hideaway Strath Up north’s getting cold soon

He hold so still, like a statue unable to move. Skin so hardened to stone that he is forever frozen in time awaiting her response. He sees her thinking, weighting pros and cons perhaps. It’s all he can think of. Maybe even thinking of ways to escape. Either – or, he has no way of telling.

Still when she closes in on him he feels relief. A chance — she’s giving him a chance. He almost want to fall over and cry he’s so happy. He hasn’t felt this way before. Of course he’s felt love — for Sasha exactly — but it wasn’t as strained as this. The Grandmaster’s and Simmik’s relationship was, and still is, full of hardships and angst. His relationship with Sasha was not nearly as complicated. It’s for that exact relief he knows that this love is much more rewarding. 

Unable to keep the uncharacteristic hopefulness from shining in his eyes he looks down to her. His tail even decides to wag, even though her words are just as much of a warning as they are a potential promise. Not to use her trauma against her. That’s doable. So, so, easily doable and he’s so helplessly grateful. 

He sighs and smiles, he couldn’t care if she insulted him to the highest extent at the moment. He knows he’s getting another chance — one more of too many. She is quite generous and Donovan has no idea way.

The touch to his neck and her words speak to him. He nods once along with his reply. “I promise, Simmik.” He hums almost too sweetly. He leans in and crashes their bodies together, he fervently rubs his head adoringly to her neck in a type of hug. “I won’t dare do such a thing.” He whispers into her pelt. Wrapping around her and then with drawling to lick desperately at her maw and face. The act so out of tune with his usual self it might even shock her.