What could he possibly say? The truth was too raw. Every time they'd come close to this before, Al had fled. Maybe it was cowardly. But they couldn't have what either of them wanted, and why keep fighting it? Why imagine what could have been, when what could have been involved changing so much about who they both were...
But Edmund's tone demanded an honest answer, and what else could Al do but give him that? His king leaned into him, pet him soothingly, more concerned with Al than with his own, overwhelming need.
"I wish you were a lion," he confessed. It wasn't a fair wish. Edmund would be so different if he were a lion, if he had his own pride. If he understood why Al couldn't leave his. If Al were able to mate him, properly...
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Date: 2017-08-30 03:07 pm (UTC)But Edmund's tone demanded an honest answer, and what else could Al do but give him that? His king leaned into him, pet him soothingly, more concerned with Al than with his own, overwhelming need.
"I wish you were a lion," he confessed. It wasn't a fair wish. Edmund would be so different if he were a lion, if he had his own pride. If he understood why Al couldn't leave his. If Al were able to mate him, properly...
"I wish we could be together."