The Swallows Nest (wolf romance RP, literate, accepting)

[The Royal Mirage]

((no. Just a bit of writer's block. It happens))

Jolene lifted a small white paw to cover her lips as a small yawn escaped her. It was late, some might even consider it early really. But her tiredness only worried her - she didn't want to sleep through her time with Dorian.

((fail))

[Nellas]

The realization of how late it was hit him suddenly, and as a reflex Dorian felt a yawn of his own building in his throat. "It's late," he said softly to Jolene. Nice to meet you, Mr. Obvious. "You should probably get some sleep," he told her, taking her small white paw in his and leading her to the plush furs that obviously served her as a bed. Dorian himself didn't need much sleep; he was a street rat. They were all used to it.

((Jeez, Mirage, you made me yawn. Now I can't stop yawning!!!))

[The Royal Mirage]

((ahahah, I win -u-))

Jolene laid down lightly, before giving his paw a tug to pull him onto the bed of plush furs as well. She knew she was being quite forward, but she felt comfortable being so around Dorian. "You'll stay, won't you?" she murmured, trying to keep the fatigue from showing in her eyes.

[Nellas]

"Of course I will," Dorian murmured, shrugging off the silk cloak and letting it pool on the floor behind him as he let himself be pulled down beside her. Carefully, he wrapped a paw around her slender shoulders, drawing her close but not tightly, giving her the chance to pull away. Trying not to let himself be distracted by the way the light played and danced in her emerald eyes, a small curve of his lips pulled his mouth into a smile.

((Yeah, yeah, I know. Point for Mirage and all that.))

[The Royal Mirage]

((We need a scoreboard. Badly))

Jolene relaxed into the contact, laying her chin over her paws as she burrowed further against Dorian's soft copper fur. She looked up at him from her spot, wondering about the smile before returning it with one of her own. This couldn't be goodbye, she thought to herself sadly, long tail resting at her side.

[Nellas]

((We do. Okay: Mirage: 1. Nellas: 0. lol))

Dorian looked fondly down at her, relishing the feeling of her warm, silken fur against his own. Placing his nosetip against her cheek, grateful for this simple moment in his life. But a sad hue darkened her eyes ever so slightly, something he might not have noticed in they weren't so close. "What's wrong, Jolene?" he asked softly, concern lacing his features.

[The Royal Mirage]

She sighed, grateful for the comfort she felt in his contact. "I just don't want to think that this is goodbye," she said softly, not looking at him as she spoke. She wouldn't be able to hold back her emotions if she did, his fur would likely end up stained with her tears.

[Nellas]

Dorian wanted her emerald eyes to turn his way, wanted to hold her entrancing gaze and let her know it was alright. "It doesn't have to be," he told her softly, sadness darkening his own forest orbs. A street rat and a noble. Friends. He'd thought this over and over before, and never come up with the solution as to why that was such a problem. And though nobody could be expected to understand everything, this was one thing Dorian wanted to know. Why.

((OhmiGod. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7uoC-YTQy8))

[The Royal Mirage]

Jolene looked up at him, hope sparking in her own orbs at his words. "It doesn't?" she repeated, cautious. She didn't want to get her hopes up again, she didn't think she would handle having them crushed very well.

[Nellas]

Dorian say the hope in her eyes, drank it in and wanted to make it grow. "Why should it?" he asked softly, his eyes catching on the flicker of the dim light in her fur. His eyes drew back to hers, wanting her to understand what he felt.

((Have you ever heard the Call by Regina Spektor? It was in one of the Narnia soundtracks, I think.))