[Fenris isn't used to taking things slow, mostly because he's never allowed himself to have such things. Love is something so far beyond his reach, his understanding, he's never assumed he could get it for himself. Not truly. Danarius used the word as a way to keep him chained, but he knows that wasn't love. The memory lingers, though. To let himself love, would be to open that door again. It's far easier to pretend, to try to keep feelings separate.
It was lonely, but it was safe.]
Heh. I think I could manage that.
[He'll lean in to press light kisses on her jawline.]
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It was lonely, but it was safe.]
Heh. I think I could manage that.
[He'll lean in to press light kisses on her jawline.]