1/30/2025, 1:09 PM
Both wolves were in disbeleif it seemed. The softness of Ger's fur was in contrast to the scars that riddled their body. Those had never concerned Nightingale, no, if anything it helped solidify that this was a reality in which they stood in. Some sort of singularity that had brought them to the same place again. He didn't have a concept of death, only of the longing he'd felt for companionship again.
Then he noticed the emotion in Geraint's face and his own face scrunched a little, tears welling up in his eyes. Had his parents ever felt this overwhelmed with one another? He reached his nose to press it against his mate's.
It's okay, I'm here,he reassured. He was hesitant to break their embrace, instead greedily keeping himself close, though still his eyes moved as he continued to take in Geraint as if he'd never see them again. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe it was a fantasy, a daydream while he slept on the grassy gnoll overlooking the reservoir.
Then he noticed the emotion in Geraint's face and his own face scrunched a little, tears welling up in his eyes. Had his parents ever felt this overwhelmed with one another? He reached his nose to press it against his mate's.
It's me, Ger. We're together. It's gonna be okay.
Geraint is welcome in any and all of Nightingale's threads at any point.