[ he huffs a heavy canine sigh at Olivine's claim he's fine. But his tail wags, and again his eyes grow heavy with the fingers at his scalp. It feels blissful, sending shivers through him. When Olivine dips to kiss him, he raises his snout, licking at the other's jaw.
He's not entirely himself, but his thoughts are clearer every hour with Olivine. This is good, and safe, and home, but he still longs to be able to hold and kiss the other, or to have them both be wolves and curl around him that way.
Still, he senses the growing ease in Olivine, and it is enough. He moves his head away, only to jump up on the bed, crawling to his usual spot so Olivine will follow. If he were human, he'd insist they eat, but he can't communicate, and the idea of facing the mess hall right now is more than he can really manage, though he wouldn't stop Olivine from going. ]
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He's not entirely himself, but his thoughts are clearer every hour with Olivine. This is good, and safe, and home, but he still longs to be able to hold and kiss the other, or to have them both be wolves and curl around him that way.
Still, he senses the growing ease in Olivine, and it is enough. He moves his head away, only to jump up on the bed, crawling to his usual spot so Olivine will follow. If he were human, he'd insist they eat, but he can't communicate, and the idea of facing the mess hall right now is more than he can really manage, though he wouldn't stop Olivine from going. ]