forum Anyone up for romance?

Started May 17, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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(I love it too! See ya! I’ll be leaving after this last post.)

“Can I see?” He asked softly, biting his lip. “Sorry if I’m getting ahead of myself. I-I’m just curious!” He blushed.

(Byyeee!)
Firiko nodded shyly, moving off the couch before shiftjng to the form of a very large wolf. He still had his wings, and the injured one rested on his back. His amulet was also visible, though barely due to his thick fur.

(Okey I don’t know if you’re still on but I’m here XD)

Marcus let out an excited squeak, reaching out but not touching him. “May I?” He asked softly, wanting to feel the fur of his soulmate.

(Hi, I'm up now… It's Saturday, so I slept in…)
Firiko carefully pressed into the other's hand, knowing he'd better get used to the other sooner rather than later.

(Haha that’s ok)

Marcus stroked the other’s fur, humming happily, “You’re soft.” He murmured, smiling. “Its amazing. I’m not magical in anyway but I’ve come across many people who can use it. My gang leader Marx was a-“ he stopped himself there, shuddering.

Firiko looked up at him with slight worry, pressing a bit closer to him.

“Mm forget about what I just said.” He murmured, his mood growing sour. He rested his cheek on Firiko’s side, sighing. “You’re vwry soft.”

Firiko nodded, humming quietly as the other pressed closer. Carefully he moved his good wing so it was around the other.

Marcus groaned audibly, rubbing at his face but enjoying the warmth of the other’s wing. “I’m glad that I have found my soulmate but… I’m a bit of a deadbeat. I’m not really good for anything but self harm and abuse.” He rubbed at a bruise on his cheek, recalling where it had come from; his father had paid a visit the other night and hit him when Marcus wouldn’t return home.

Firiko pressed against him comfortingly. "There's no way you can be worse than surviving to Primal.." he said quietly.

He sighed sadly and nodded, wrapping his arms around the wolf next to him. “Y-you can stay with me… if you want. You wouldn’t have to ever go back to the Primal.”

Firiko took the chance to shift back, melting in the other's grip his eyes studying the other again.

Marcus pulled him closer, smiling softly at him. “It took far too long to find you.” He said with a soft, rather weak laugh. “But I’m glad I did find you at this time and not a year back.”

Firiko nodded, "I guess I better thank those hunters… otherwise I'd be well into the Primal by now…"

“And I wouldn’t have found you. But what hunters?” He frowned, tilting his head.

"The hunters who attacked me…" said Firiko, "A lone halfblood like me is a prime target, especially one with wings…"

Marcus’s expression grew concerned. “Stay with me, Firiko. I can help you keep away from them.” He said, taking the halfbloods hand in his.

Firiko nodded, "I plan on it… until my wing heals I'm vulnerable…" he said quietly, hating the fact that his greatest advantage could so easily become his biggest vulnerability.

Marcus grinned, ruffling Firiko’s hair. “I’ll help you heal it.” He said softly, releasing the other and moving to stand, offering his hand. “Let’s finds you a shirt. I have quite a few older ones that I can rip up. The only issue is, how are we going to get your wings in them? Should I cut them up like the shirt you wore? Or just two slots in the back?”

"I find cutting it like mine works best.." he said, taking the other's hand and finally getting to his feet, tempted to shift again to keep his balance.

Marcus nodded, leading the other through a doorway to the left of the kitchen. It led to a small bedroom that was extremely clean. The bed was a queen mattress, and took up a lot of space. Next to the closet on the far side of the room was the door to the bathroom, which also had a door leading to the main part of the apartment.

Marcus sat Firiko on the bed and grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer in the nightstand by the bed. “I apologize beforehand if a few of these older shirts are stained. I often got injured.” He murmured, looking for the shirts that were the least bit bloodstained. He pulled a simple gray t-shirt from its hook, sighing when it had no burn marks nor blood. “Here,”

"Eh.. injuries are fairly normal.." he said, his wings resting beside him as he watched the other carefully.

Marcus sat next to Firiko and picked up the scissors. “Yes they are. Especially when you worked for a gang.” He laughed nervously. “It wasn’t very fun all the time. It still makes me want to hurl myself off the building.”

"Please don't do that…" said Firiko, "Though I do know what you mean, I mean, I lived in one of the most dangerous places in our world.."