HERE I COME | RETURN FROM ASCENDANTS

[rhosmari]

MONROE

MALE — SUNHAVEN — HELION — HARD

The whole way back home the male hadn't said anything. Hadn't breathed a word to Buckingham considering how confused he was at the other's actions and the way he had talked. Awaiting punishment, who the hell was Buckingham? What had happened to him he didn't know and that startled him the most as he slowly limped his way toward home. The claw marks in his hide burned and it made putting pressure on his leg a bit harder to do so he tired not to. What the hell had happened? Really, he blamed Bastille for this as the male had said before he didn't want any one in his head. He didn't understand why Bucky had agreed to it after the fact. Perhaps he thought it would be okay but to trust someone in their head they had to be someone they were utterly okay with doing it. He grit his jaw as pain seared through his shoulder and he allowed a heavy sigh to leave his muzzle as home came into view. For a moment he didn't say anything as they stepped on to he boardwalk, at least not until Bucky seemed to come back to his sense and that cold look disappeared from his face. His muzzle parted and he was about to speak when the male spoke before him. Ears pulled back against his cranium and he shook his head a bit. "Don't worry about it, Bucky. We made it home and that's all I care about."

He was serious about that and he swallowed thickly as he sat down, lifted a paw as he aimed to try and lick at his own shoulder. But it was partially out of reach. The iron tang of blood on his tongue made his muzzle curl slightly before he looked over to the male once more. The way in which he spoke made him confused and he tilted his head a little. "Hey calm down, it ain't ya fault. Bastille shouldn't have been pokin around in ya noggin."

#psychosocial.