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All at once, he was on the ground and yet light as air, when that moment of contact finally happened. A light wind picked up at just the right moment, sweeping them up and pushing both their bodies together. He, a traveler, and she, his home. The fire in his eyes were completely lit, now, and sparkled brighter in his face without help from the fireflies around them. It seemed as if the lightning bugs were dancing around them, creating spirals into the air and dancing in celebration of what was happening, and more. They glowed brighter and brighter, creating swirling patterns of yellow light around the most unlikely pair.
He was swept into the depths of orange and cream and chocolate, and it was too much to take in that the coywolf had to close his eyes. But even through closed lids, he saw the light, in more ways than one. He tasted sweetness and felt velvet soft arms envelop him, begging him closer. In this very moment, never again would he get up and walk, not from his problems, not from the pack that took him in, and most certainly not from the female who created oceans of feelings in him.
When he opened his eyes to the world again, his world, all he saw was her. All he felt and tasted was her. Her hands never left him as they grabbed both sides of his face, forcing him to see only the sky. That's all he wanted to see, and suddenly the grin found its way back onto his face. That smile that everyone was familiar with, but now it was laced with something else, something special. He brought out his hand that held the glass rose, and put it in between what space they had between them for her to see with her own eyes. It reflected all its beautiful, crystal colors, along with its reds and greens, playing along both their bodies.
"In all my days, never 'ave I seen a sky so beautiful," his voice, strangely different, whispered to her in the glow of the fireflies' light. He kept the grin plastered on his face, wondering if she'd catch the play on words he used. Bangle knew the female would know what he meant, and the rose that he encountered when they first met - he connected it to them, it had meaning all its own. Surely it meant as much to him as it would Skye.
His heart spoke for him, now, not the hissing voice in his head. Whether he came to the realization now or later, Bangle was taking a bigger leap than he ever thought possible. But the traveler could no longer walk away from anything, he could not live without the russet beauty any longer. She was his comfort, a home that he so desperately needed. He was glad she had awoken him to his mistake before he made it again. Maybe they would see the world together, someday, but no longer could Bangle see himself traversing the lands alone. The thorns could never be without the rose. "Say yeh'll be a home fer this wanderin' heart," he breathed, twirling the multicolored glass object between his fingers.
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