don't feed me scraps from your bed
#4
[html]




indent Cold wind poured in behind him, and the moment he shut the door it settled to a faint thing, seeping in through the cracks and the larger gap formed by the wolves from Dahlia de Mai. The other male stumbled back, and Gabriel watched him silently, lip pulled up in confusion. What the fuck was Hybrid doing here? Keeping pets, or something worse. He was like a cat playing with his prey.
indent There was no formality. There was panic, and there was confusion. Gabriel had to take a few moments to gain any sort of composure, and finally just blinked and opened his mouth. “And you’re…you’re okay with that?” That call hadn’t been terror or hate. It had been longing.




[/html]


Messages In This Thread

Forum Jump: