The crimson leather clad lad was going to stretch after their mating tie and he noticed Pandora cock her head at his behavior. He explained himself, making a joke about his joints, particularly, his back leg. He did not want to admit that it was bothering him slightly, no. He needed to work it out anyways so that he would not be at a disadvantage in combat were it to come to that point. He watched his sky painted lover for the soft pause that occurred after their laughter, a soft smile gracing his face as she lay on the floor of his den. ”We should think of some names, my love.” She spoke, that smile of hers gracing her maw. He loved to see her smile. It always made his day. He could not help but mirror the smile before he spoke.

”Well…” he started, stepping over to his lover to curl alongside her. As he laid down he continued. ”If I’m being ‘onest? I know m’name comes from some ‘uman tale. At least, a few ‘uman tales were spread ‘round m’old home.” He paused, recollecting some names for a few moments. ”I b’live yours might’ve been one I ‘eard once or twice, but ones that stick out t’me are Apollo and Hermes. Those are both names for sons.” He nuzzled his love’s neck, then pulled back to speak again ”I don’t know many for lit’le dau’ters. Most of ‘em ‘uman tales were ‘bout males. What do tch’ya ‘ave in mind?”

He looked at Pandora as he was curled up beside her. He never pictured himself here, in this position. But here he was, and he would not change it for the world. Pandora was like a diamond in the rough, the pressure of her past morphing her into her current, beautiful, flourishing self. Sure, some trauma reactions followed her, such as the fear of being alone, but Achilles would try his best to not trigger those responses. His eyes “smiled” along with the upward curve that traced itself onto his lips as he just observed Pandora and as those thoughts crossed his mind. Surely there was a moment of silence at this point, whether his sky painted lover already suggested names or had yet to suggest. ”I love tch’ya so much…” He spoke, voice just a whisper, as he took in every detail of the moment. After a few moments, he would nuzzle her neck and then attempt to lay on her front paws and look up at her cyan eyes with his own grey ones. He was in SO deep.

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