With Kel's head ducked down, Rance turned his to dark hair. Salt water and sunlight disguised almost any other scent there could have been, but the warmth of his body was real enough. The beginnings of a smile curved his lips as Kel's explicit agreement to Rance's exclamations. It got a little wider as familiar laughter -- gods, he hadn't thought about how much he missed the sound of it -- shook the body against him.
Kel's explanation had his own huffs of shaky laughter passing his lips. "Rude fuckin' twigs," he murmured, commiserating with his friend's loss in the only way her could manage in the moment. Once he calmed down, the loss of Kel's river of hair, something that had been a point of pride for the half-fae man, would hit him harder. But in the moment, it was a drop of disappointment in an ocean of relief. "I don't miss the elitist attitude."
His laughter had petered out by the time by the time the recrimination came, starting a fresh round of chuckles to shake his chest. He didn't even feel the tears that fell from his eyes, the achingly familiar words loosening some knot that had been tangled around his heart. "Shit, ha, yeah, I've uh.... I've been busy. Might have forgotten a meal or two." He tightened his one-armed embrace briefly, adding, "At least I haven't bothered with a carrion meal in forever." As a raven, such a meal had never felt inappropriate. It was in his nature. But whether it was the change to his biological makeup or the animals of the Grounds, his one attempt to scavenge the remains of a deer corpse had left him sick for a day and a night.
Kel's explanation had his own huffs of shaky laughter passing his lips. "Rude fuckin' twigs," he murmured, commiserating with his friend's loss in the only way her could manage in the moment. Once he calmed down, the loss of Kel's river of hair, something that had been a point of pride for the half-fae man, would hit him harder. But in the moment, it was a drop of disappointment in an ocean of relief. "I don't miss the elitist attitude."
His laughter had petered out by the time by the time the recrimination came, starting a fresh round of chuckles to shake his chest. He didn't even feel the tears that fell from his eyes, the achingly familiar words loosening some knot that had been tangled around his heart. "Shit, ha, yeah, I've uh.... I've been busy. Might have forgotten a meal or two." He tightened his one-armed embrace briefly, adding, "At least I haven't bothered with a carrion meal in forever." As a raven, such a meal had never felt inappropriate. It was in his nature. But whether it was the change to his biological makeup or the animals of the Grounds, his one attempt to scavenge the remains of a deer corpse had left him sick for a day and a night.
