- Jun 10, 2022
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He would not be late, would not miss him, not this time. And how, how he had missed him! That gaping crevice grew more void by every gathering and every moon-touched meeting that passed, and... though the brightness still shone through on the moor, he found he much preferred being here, with him. Found that every night the temptation to purloin the moon, prop it up in the ink-soaked sky and keep it there was more fierce than ever. Before he had gone to sleep each night, he had touched his nose to the long-withered leaf, frost-dressed, and bid it quiet goodnight so that the message might take to a tango and trot all the way to SkyClan. But never was that assurance good enough... never did the dreams compare to being near him, and never did the gatherings suffice for how close he wanted to be.
Oh, he was unused to this sort of yearning! It was a funny feeling, for what more could he want? He had Dawnglare's love, and that was enough. It was selfish, greed to want for more when he was so unsure of what more could be. He had thought he'd wanted the other half of his tail back, but now- that seemed hardly like wanting at all.
Arriving to their meeting place, he let his grey eyes flutter closed, letting the sounds of this place lull him into relaxation from his runaway thoughts before his phantom arrived. The patter of paw steps, once they finally grew closer, would be met with an instantaneous look of wide-eyed, dog-fanged glee, a move of attention so fast it was a wonder he did not snap his own neck.
/ @DAWNGLARE
Oh, he was unused to this sort of yearning! It was a funny feeling, for what more could he want? He had Dawnglare's love, and that was enough. It was selfish, greed to want for more when he was so unsure of what more could be. He had thought he'd wanted the other half of his tail back, but now- that seemed hardly like wanting at all.
Arriving to their meeting place, he let his grey eyes flutter closed, letting the sounds of this place lull him into relaxation from his runaway thoughts before his phantom arrived. The patter of paw steps, once they finally grew closer, would be met with an instantaneous look of wide-eyed, dog-fanged glee, a move of attention so fast it was a wonder he did not snap his own neck.
/ @DAWNGLARE
[ PENNED BY PIN ]