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a whistle pierced the air alongside the sound of crunching dirt and grass.
"well now! it's been a long while since you were here last."
his voice was a welcome one, even as they shied away from him. in the corridors of the decrepit manor, his presence was overwhelming; his shadow stretched long in the moonlight, the shape of him lapping at their greaves.
"i- i had some priors to attend to…" their voice came out with a stutter and they cursed themself for it, hiding further under their hood.
"it wasn't truly much of anything; i hadn't meant to delay anyone…"
"nonsense," the wolf chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. "you know as well as i that we must wait for the beginning of the radahn festival."
they leant away from his approach, praying their face was shrouded in shadow beneath crimson cloth.
"is aught amiss, my friend? you hide away from my gaze as a rodent would a cat."
"i– i hurt my face, you see. it's an ugly scar–"
"you’re a fool if you believe me a respecter of appearances."
"i– it's just–"
"it's just…?"
"please, just don't look at me… i've worn helms before, you are accustomed to looking upon a false visage."
"terrible insistent, you are."
"y–yes, and–?!?"
they knew the wolf-man was quiet when he wished to be, and yet–
"rayet."
they jumped when he called for them, impulsively looking to the source of their name. blaidd towered over them, sharp eyes peering into their now-gold ones. their breath caught as heavy gauntleted hands cradled their face, making them unable to look away.
"so you have consumed the flesh of dragons."
no inflection. a mere statement. the wolf's eyes betrayed him not, even as they searched his gaze fervently.
"i must admit, i shall miss your brown eyes…" the wolf's gaze is intense, thumb rubbing gently along their cheekbone.
"i'm sorry..?"
blaidd was ever so close, as if studying them. the soft grey of his gaze made them feel hot, and they felt the blood crawling up their cheeks. he huffed a chuckle, the warmth of his breath scattering over their face.
"you need not apologise to me, tarnished. your body is your own."
he leant down further still, nosing along their cheek and down their jaw.
"so long as you still look at me as if i hold all the world's runes, i will remain a happy man."