1/31/2025, 3:01 AM
It was hard, to imagine what Geraint must have gone through. He chuffed softly and gave a few more kisses, across the top of Geraint's head as he breathed in his partner's scent. The stipulation brought him pause and he tilted his head a little.
The words Geraint spoke made Nightingale's gaze darken, his whole expression hardening as he met his mate's gaze.
For you, I will avoid them... Unless they are putting you to harm. Then, well, we'll see how well my father taught me.
Nightingale had been reluctant in his fight training, but Walter had been insistent.
Geraint is welcome in any and all of Nightingale's threads at any point.