"WILLS UNBENDING, FAITH UNENDING" ✟ bio ── a gaze held in moderate contempt, and then snownose allows it to fall. a sigh escapes the teeth, and snow shakes their head. "you are ever stubborn." unusually forlorn, but they will glance back up and offer a smile. "what good would poring your mind for hurt do?

"at your plea i might yet take action for that which i desire — but i ask you to ask yourself, is it the wisest decision for me to make?" snownose affixes dragonsbane with a look of worry, muddled with something akin to hurt. "you have said it yourself that you are not ready to speak on it. should i dive within the confines of your mind to bring those memories forward, it would do you more harm than good." and snow sighs, long, drawn, tired. they'll bat the eyes closed and shake the head, stuck in thought yet a moment longer.

"my beloved... my dearly beloved," gentle muse upon gentle tongue. snownose furrows the brow as if his line of thinking is of some contention. "you are not yet at a point where you are strong enough. not yet do you have the wherewithal to withstand that storm once more." "that storm". though feigning ignorance, snownose knows full well specific events.

they anticipate poor response, and are quick to lift the chin and hold a gentle gaze. "i do not say that to belittle or undermine you. quite the opposite. if you ask me to uncover something that has deeply traumatized or otherwise scarred you, we will set ourselves back, instead of moving forwards." slowly does snow lean forwards, attempting a gentle press of the forehead and bridge of their snout along the side of bane's. "to speak on hurtful memory is to come to terms with it, no?" gentle accented lilt offers as snownose places a careful paw on top of that of their partner — a sneaky play at both additional contact, and comparing the size one to another (one might be surprised at the difference in paws that two similarly built dogs may have).

"and to come to terms with the memory, or the event likewise, is to put it behind you. to move on." snownose will not get a kiss from their partner, so it is their own hand to play: with a subtle shift, they'll once more attempt a nibble at bane's cheekbone. "and if you are not ready, then you are not ready.

"i did not mean to push you in one way or the other," snownose offers, softer than before and wholly remorseful. "i simply wanted to test the waters and see what it is you may have to say on the matter, is all. think nothing more of what i've said."

they deny. of course they did, though bane cannot state whether or not this brings forth a feeling of relief, or if it does contempt. snownose speaks, and bane listens to what they have to say. little does he like to admit the fact that they are right either. many, many words are spoken, but little does he have to ray in responce to them all. he is more than happy of diverting the conversation elsewhere, as was his original intention. ”worry not, there is no reason to have to tell me so. i have spoken all that will be so. ‘twas only your decision to make note in the first place. i am merely entertaining your offer.” while he would not like to admit it, dragonsbane does love snownose. if there were to be anybody probing around his mind and gleaming access to his thoughts, he could not find anybody more welcome (though welcome may not be the most suitable term overall) then them. perhaps this is because he knows that there is nobody else who does in fact care, other than snow. bane does not understand why the two of them have such a bond with each other, nor would he come out and say that he enjoys it overall. someone such as himself finds more to despise from such a connection then there is to ultimately enjoy from it. however, there is naught that can be done with it. if there was a reason, mayhaps it be best to understand what it was then to fret and moan and complain over it. after all, he does not want to admit it, but everything that snownose says is a spoken truth. the truth stings, and he does not want to linger upon it any longer. he can only pray that this time, the call to a new topic is more genuine than all the latter.


all the while, snownose has been gently offering their touch. bane does not shy away from it, though he has made no movements this time to sink into them or to offer any back. bane does not bring up any new conversation just yet either, but instead glances back down at the mug by his feet. a gentle movement swipes away the small wall of snow he has mounded against it, once more taking a sip of the chocolate. snownose does make a very good drink, and somewhere inside of him, he is very grateful to have it. "i have naught to say. if you desire to leave a better tone, then it is for you to fix your own mess." a mess, as if was intended with more malice than it was to help out in a way. bane could simply raise to his feet and up and leave, but he does not necessarily want to. thoughtlessly, bane takes his paw and drags it through the snow, drawing lines and some simple shapes as he drawls on within his head upon all that has been spoken.

DRAGONSBANE - SILKEN WINDHOUND - COTC - BIO - TAGS - TRACKER - WRITTEN BY DOFFERZ