----------------tell me: who do i run to?
“I will do my best to ensure you do not regret saying that,” Pteron replies with a soft huff, “I will find us a place to sleep that is as far from the volcano as we can manage. Wouldn’t want to lose a child after all this effort.” He’s stepped closer while speaking, and once more rests his muzzle just a hair above Aegean’s side. Is the child within an Asena or an Aureus, he wonders? They had chosen the names together, and Pteron likes to think he’s gotten away with naming them both after Aegean with their alliteration. Just as he says ‘effort’, he presses a very gentle touch to the soft hair and pulls away with a fond smile.
The anticipation is bright in his eyes, and spreads to the rest of his face as the surprise of hearing about his mothers wakes Aegean fully. Pteron nods at the other’s disbelief, shaking loose a bit of his teal forelock.
“I wonder if Oriash knows they have returned,” Pteron muses aloud as he presses his muzzle against the high crest of the white stallion’s neck. The muscle here – the trapezius, his father’s voice says – holds much of the weight of the impressive antlers his lover wears. He does his best to massage it with the edge of his chin, drawing back as Aegean speaks. Kagerus and Solace will be excited to meet the little one, Aegean says. A knot of worry that Pteron hadn’t realized he was hold falls away. He’d not given a name to what he shares with Aegean when he’d spoken to Svedka. He’d not known what to call this thing between them that that gives rise to something that races through his veins so vigorously that he is always surprised that Aegean is the only one of them that glows. He still doesn’t, but that no longer bothers him as it once might have.
It occurs to Pteron that Aegean might have multiple uncles as soon as he says it, but somehow it seems that the other man knows exactly which one he means, so perhaps there is only one after all. Svedka had spoken of a closeness with his twin that would surely have entered into tales that Solace told her children even they’d never been able to meet him.
“The two of you would get along well,” Pteron replies with smile and a soft touch to Aegean’s shoulder. “You share many fine qualities. Such as your splendid taste in men.” It’s very hard to keep a straight face, but Pteron is very sure he manages it (he does not), but the amusement fades somewhat when Aegean speaks of making his mothers happy.
“It would make you happy too.” The dun replies, and though he phrases it as though he is confident, there is a question in his olive eyes. Pteron is not so fragile that he requires constant reassurance of Aegean’s affection (there are few things more binding than the child they’ve created), but he does sometimes like to be certain, to check in. He’d sworn to make up for sending Aegean away in Taiga rather than making the more difficult choice, and he finds comfort in doing just that. Ensuring that Aegean is as happy as Pteron can make him is the best way to do so. “Settling down would truly make you happy?”
@[aegean]
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