But I love the bad bad panda XD Even though the bad bad panda made Noss a worrywart >:3
The way that Strelein was acting set Noss's nerves on edge from the get-go; he knew it was a big decision, and the grey warrior was terrible at reading people--even Strel at the best of times--but he waited. When the red-headed tailor began to speak, the first sentence seemed to make time stand still, as if the world itself was waiting for him to finish. It was all coming full circle here; Noss arrival in Nova Scotia, his meeting with Strel, his giving up everything in his native home for the man, and their time together. This was the moment to see whether all those decisions were right and whether the moon had allowed his meeting with Strel as fate or as a cruel joke.
The continuation, however, brought the sands of time slowly trickling forth again until his last words set them to fire. Noss could see Strelein's eyes glowing like they did when he was pleased with something, and it set Noss's face to soften a little--no longer the typical smirk that he so often wore when bantering with the other man, but a genuine smile that lit up his face and made him seem years younger and mirroring Strel's own grin. For a moment, he--the man that had just let off a tangent of a proposal--could not speak. "Strel," he said, overcome with how this emotion--he could not name the half of it that was not love--made him feel. Relief washed over him--perhaps that was it--and he stood and hugged the other man close to his chest, lifting him from his seat and laughing heartily. "Thank you so much!" he said in the embrace, the immense feeling of the acceptance settling in. He knew that not much would likely change; they'd still torment one another, sleep in the same bed, share the same pleasures as before, but now they had a bond of the heart--both tangible and intangible--that tied them together in an intricate knot, and it was a pleasant feeling to know that they belonged only to each other.
It was perhaps the happiest Noss had ever been as he let Strelein loose for a breather, and, while still holding him close, leaned in to kiss his mate.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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