why do you ask him - ‘move heaven and earth’ - to prove his love has worth
"Siegos are you in love?.."
He repeated it over and over in his head throughout the days that he spent next to her on the trip here. He repeated it like it could fix what he thought was broken. Like it could wash away what had stolen a piece of her away. A piece that he should have been able to keep, that he lost to yet another phantom. Time and time again it seemed like he lost what he had come to think of as his own. Was fate playing some game with him? Did it think that he was too proud with how great he thought himself when he was whole and all together happy? And another thing. If part of her was with this other, shouldn’t he love him as much? Shouldn’t he be driven to love the one who captured that piece of his beautiful Asthore for the simple fact that their souls were part of each other? What did it mean now that he would rather set his teeth in this other mans throat before giving up his mate to her soul mate? Did this mean he didn’t truly love h-- he stops. She sees him, he sees her. He bolts into a run. As before stated, his qualms are distanced from him. Her tongue is the first thing he feels and his heart nearly collapses in joy as it runs underneath his chin. Her yips mingle with his own deep ones as they circle and wind about each other. His tail is an unstoppable force now, breaking snow drift and chilly breeze in half with its gigantic swaying. His entire body moves with her, both becoming almost one large mass of furry flesh with how nearly they twist within each others touch. Then she is suddenly out of his clutches and on the snow. He is delirious with delight, so her sudden disappearance makes him whirl about in confusion. Head left, right, over the shoulder-- AH there! And then he jumps into an about face only to see the light swelling in her belly and halt.
"Siegos are you in love?.."
His breathing heaves, but all other motion is ceased. His eyes are staring, but he does not truly see. His brain tries to comprehend what it has already thought through. The reality of it is too surreal. This would mean a permanence between them. The permanence he could only hope to squash out the ill thought and rumors milling about in his mind. He had heard of imprints in passing, had heard of his own sister falling under some similar circumstances. Perhaps one day he could ask her after the nature of such a connection… but for now the stillness of his body is mirrored in the stillness of his mind. Babies. Puppies. Little critters calling to their lovely mother when their nasty father scolded them too harshly. A small smile lights his lips as he pictures Asthore coming up to him in a huff about being too rough with his children. Oh, it would be priceless. That amusing thought breaks his frozen stance and he drops his head low to press a wet nose into the fleshy belly of his mate. Puppies. And quite a handful of them by the look of it! He whines, worrying her tummy with his nose and tongue as if the little imps could feel his worry and love through their soft walls. He hears the sniffle in her voice, the strain in it worrying him over both her sake and the sake of their very easily influenced children. He looks up and finds that distanced expression solidly being shaken from her face. He does not know why she would think of him now, at a time like this, but the light residue of the imprinters scent is all he can guess.
"Siegos are you in love?.."
The intruding thought of possessiveness is eradicated from his mind again. He would not ruin her newfound bliss with his morbid ones. He would share her happiness. He would revel in their shared future together! Oh if these men would simply stop stealing her away from him, or stealing their way into his maddened mind! She whispers his name, speaking to a feeling that was mutual to the highest degree. He speaks before he can think, “I have missed you too, lover, Asthore.” But he knows he means it in more ways than she has. He means, I have missed you, for you have not been back with me for some time -- ever since you saw him remains unsaid, but thoroughly thought. She is often missing, to him. Often dreaming of stars when the sun is brightly shining in her eyes. If he is her sun, then the star that is her imprinter must be a red giant in comparison. “You are my everything, mother to be. I hope they look every bit as wonderful as you.” He murmurs as she buries her muzzle into his thick fur again. Her head drapes over his shoulders as he crouches to lay down. He can afford such a relaxed nature here with her. He can afford to be the man she wants here. He can know that he is not the only beast keeping watch, for Aragon is watching over them and the future of their pack is safe. His nose wuffles over the crown of her head, his mouth engulfing one of her ears playfully as he feels a deep chuckle in his chest. “Have you told Aragon of our delightful news, then, beautiful?” He drags a wet tongue over the bridge of her nose as he releases her ear.
SIEGOS
(if, by chance, all he had to give you -- was three words wrapped around your finger)
(would that be deep enough at the end of every day?)
IS THAT HOW YOU MEASURE A MAN?
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