"WILLS UNBENDING, FAITH UNENDING" ✟ bio ── there is something so gentle and sweet about falling asleep by the love of your life. your one and only. saccharine sweet and irreparably smitten: that is snownose. wherever dragonsbane goes will snownose go also, falling in with his steps and never faltering. where bane does trip will snow bolster him, stronger shoulder beneath leaner. where he is needed, one picks up the other's slack - it will be returned, eventually. and he's happy with that. they're happy with that.

something in snownose wonders, sometimes, if dragonsbane really returns the romantic sentiment. bane is quiet, and not one to typically speak his mind at the ready. he sits and thinks and lets hurt fester until it blooms a fatal wound in dire need of a cure. and snownose, analogous, is the tender nurse with the heart of gold. (... if you ignore his less than stellar medicinal abilities. snownose has learned what has been needed to keep himself and his love alive. there are menial things passed on from jasper, par for the course when he was adopted in. beyond that, he has never been good at picking up.)

and it's nothing snownose hasn't commiserated to hell and back about. dragonsbane was lonely before snownose stapled himself at his side, and snow doesn't doubt that there is loneliness eating at his heart still. company does not equal fulfillment. as much as he can push and pull, even with the added bonus of being betrothed, he cannot weasel his way into the chasm of hurt beneath his lover's thick skin. and, though it should not be snownose's fight to fight, he does it still. it irks him, bane's hurt. sure, there are snippets of memory here and there, where the hurt bubbles over into the shared soul connection before bane can reign it in. (and to this snownose always tries to highly reward, in one way or another. a kiss here, his favorite meal there. if he allows it, snow will curl up to sleep by his back, careful and warm. there is security there, for snow as well. he is safe by bane's side, and bane is safe by his.)

it is one of these nights that snownose remains awake and wishing he had some way to fill the time he will say insomnic. there's really no need to consider it - his mind always strays to dragonsbane anyway. and it is here that bane snuffles in his sleep, tensing against snow's side. there is some urgency in the way he does it - it's entirely too quick, too alarmed. snow sets a minute, waiting to see if bane is simply coming to; when he doesn't still, instead letting a gentle whine, does snow shift in his spot to lean over bane's shoulder to shake him awake.

"bane. dragonsbane." snownose forgoes the sing song voice that is typical of calling their lover. instead they are somber. "bane, darling, daylight, honeysuckle." they'll work a little harder to shake his shoulders. "it's a bad dream. you're alright." depending, they may see what the dream entails, they may not. snownose is more focused on making sure bane is okay, really.

\\ brief "powerplay" permission was given!