I AM AN OLD SOUL LOOKING FOR REST | whittling

[michael t.]

Did he have a particular totem in mind? The question was enough to stop Michael in his tracks, and the male had to resist the frown that suddenly tugged at his muzzle. The truth was, he didn't have any particular kind of totem in mind. Before this, the thief had very rarely ever thought about protection, beyond just keeping himself and Trevor alive. In most cases, he had relied on only himself to do that, rather than any silly magic or symbols. He still very much intended on using his own skills and strength to protect himself, his husband, and his children, but he still wouldn't mind the extra bits, even if it all turned out to be utter nonsense. Better to try something and have it fail, rather than never try and have it be right, right? It seemed natural to him, although he hoped Lucifer wouldn't be annoyed with him for not having anything in particular in mind, or think of him as a fool because of it. Michael's family had hardly ever really been focused on protection, especially when they were often the ones he needed protecting from, so it wasn't as if he had them to teach him about such things.

Shaking his head from side to side, the reaver tried not to feel self conscious as he spoke to Lucifer, having to cock his head upwards just to meet the dragon's gaze, "Er... no, I didn't have a particular thing in mind, really. I've never exactly dabbled in protection carvings, or anything. You got something that like... represents the protection of a family, maybe?" His pelt was crawling at the vulnerability he was showing, but he tried his damnedest to ignore it. After all, some already knew that he and Trevor were trying to have kids, back from when he had tried extremely unsuccessfully to shift into a coyote body. Those who didn't... well, he could only hope that they would assume he was speaking about his Typhoon family. He did have his sister and all her children to worry about, not to mention all of the kids that he had practically unintentionally adopted. It wouldn't have been completely unreasonable to think that perhaps he was talking about them, rather than any new pups he might be having in the future.

He didn't know why, exactly, the thought of others knowing about his plans to have children worried him so much. Perhaps it was just because he had learned throughout life that it was practically a death sentence to show any weaknesses, and having children to protect was a pretty massive glowing weakness for enemies to pick up on. Still, it wasn't as if anyone within The Typhoon was going to try and hurt him, or his children. It would be fine. He had to believe that it would be, anyways.

MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY

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