For a long moment, Whisler couldn’t breathe. The muscles that were there to draw in air seemed to be broken and he stared at Ashanite’s face for what seemed like a lifetime. And then he drew in a breath and a slow burning, wild excitement began to fill him, though he worked hard to keep it as at bay as possible.

“You know I’ll help you with whatever I can…and I’ll keep searching for my own answers, if I can come back to you, I will.”

He wouldn’t, but it still sounded nice to seem as though they could meet in the middle so to speak.

“…Don’t stay away from me for too long, okay? I pine for you. I miss you every moment of every day that I’m away from you and…” He swallowed, stroking the darker haired male’s cheek with gentle fingers. “And I dream of you so often, it’s stupid. I want to spend my life with you, Ashanite…I want us to be together. I love you.”

He hadn’t intended on saying such a thing…not today…not really but…if he kept holding it in…well. Eventually he would explode again.

“It’s stupid. And I’m sorry, but sometimes you just find someone and you just…know that you were meant to be…”
Noir Songbird