& i think we're drowning
His questions slew out in a sea of emotions, hopeful was the most present on his face. He knew too well that their children would be magnificent, children of the sea and the sand. Driftwood heirs. He craved for the feeling of being a father, and was so thankful he was raised by his mother rather than Beartooth. The idea of having so many ties across the realm terrified him. The thought of never seeing his own children made him disgusted. Yet that was the man his father was. He was thankful however, for the chance to be surrounded by family. He had Pierce, Clouseau and Esmeray. The wonderful little things they were. Pierce would be a strong fighter, and though he knew Clouseau was scared of the ocean, he had hope the boy would learn to love it eventually. Perhaps he and Enigma should take him for a swim.
Icy blue eyes melted into her own pools of blue, a soft smile curling at his lips as she let a laugh out. “Taking words right out of my mouth, That was what I was going to ask. It’s about time we have children.” His banner began to wag as his smile widened. “I confess, I’ve never been one for pups - but the thought of Ranjord being filled with little clones of you and me excites me.” He nestled his head on hers as it rested on his shoulder. "I thought the same for some time, the thought of bearing children and continuing my fathers bloodline mortified me. But it's not his to continue or discontinue - I realized this when I met you." He said softly, nuzzling into her fur. He grinned, before gently pulling her to the sand with him with a chuckle. His icy eyes looked to meet her gaze once more. "I love you, Marella." He spoke before he mounted her.
Fade in, fade out . . .
The smell of his beloved mixed with the smell of saltwater clouded his nares, a smile on his face as he nestled into the sand and hoped she would join them. He preferred they'd unionize by the sea. It only made him feel so much better about it. "I suppose we should think of names, what are your thoughts?" He asked softly, smiling at her. "I like the name Yulla, it was my mothers. It means gem of the sea." He murmured, hopeful she would enjoy the name.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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the driftwood king
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