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[onefellswoop]

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[onefellswoop]

Your creature.

Yes I am.

I don’t believe I’ll ever find the words to speak my love for you. So much the better, perhaps; I’ll spend our centuries in their seeking, and know warmth with every breath that sings you.

My Love. My Puppy. My wolf, my mate, and my eternal companion.

(Related, perhaps: ‘Granny’ - also called Mattie; also called your sister-in-law, a revelation in its own right! gods, but I can’t envy you this connection; gods, but my own familial links are no less foul - may have done better to embrace the wolf she is and stray far from the ‘heroes.’

Mm. And it may have profited her to find love with an ageless creature, who would indeed have done his damnedest to fill his Puppy with eternal life. 😌✨
…Gods. She is your sister-in-law? I suppose that explains why the curse saddled you with her association.

I suppose it explains why the curse put you in nearness with your great-niece. I can’t imagine how Ruby might fair, were she lacking in wolf-ly connection.

…Is she my great-niece as well, then? Is that why she shifts out of knowing? My Puppy, who extensive was our family? How many remain to be found?

Additionally, for the record: You are perfectly permitted to develop any complex you please. My Beauty. My handsome, my incomparably attractive mate!)

I am humbled, I am gratified, to find I might be some cause of your adoration of honey.

I do miss my scales.

No one ever spoke of them as It wouldn’t surprise you, I expect, to hear the horror others spoke upon them

How did you know I was molting? No; of course you understood. Oh, my Love.

Their ripple in the light; the guise they gave to me.

I’d love to feel your taste upon them.

Someday, my Love.

Twelve years, and we will hold each other fully, in true form again.