Reconciliation pt. 2
McNair waited outside of the bedroom, sitting on a chair with his elbows rested on his knees. His chin was supported by his thumbs, his paws closed together as his tail swayed in distress. How long had it been since they went in there? He couldn't even check his pocket watch, it felt like torture. He didn’t know how late it was, but he could tell it couldn’t be earlier than midnight by the runeboo who was falling asleep on his feet, serving as a foot warmer. She never slept before that time.
The only wyngro outside keeping him company was Poseidon, who remained dead quiet and serious through it all. Both males were equally worried, sharing that suffocating tension, but neither knew what to say, so the silence prevailed.
McNair practically jumped out of his seat the moment he heard the door opening, startling the boo by his feet that ran away to find another sleeping spot. He quickl
[wyngro] The morning afterThe sun rose slowly above the treetops, bathing the bedroom in its soft light. The chirping of birds didn’t seem to bother the two that breathed peacefully, fast asleep as they enjoyed the slightly chilly morning air. Bedsheets covered partially the two naked bodies, McNair’s arm rested above the grey female’s waist, their wings closed shut as they rested from the previous night. It sure had been a new experience for both of them, something that exceeded both their expectations. McNair shuffled in his sleep, sighing softly as he let out a soft moan.
“Hmmm…” His eyes opened up slowly, his brain still half-awake in the middle of processing his surroundings. Something felt different… it was warm and… squishy.
Upon noticing his arm was over Hestia’s waist, his eyes widened in shock from the realization.
“Ah-!” A magenta blush tinted McNair’s cheeks as he recovered from the surprise. The purple male carefully lifted his