[Bren rose on shaky legs to follow Essek, a newborn fawn just finding his feet. But he would follow his mate without hesitation, watching in curiosity as the small chest was unlocked and then open. Somewhere in the depths of himself, locked away, the part of him that had been Caleb -- that should still be Caleb -- recognized the things he saw within. And certainly recognized that onyx ring.
Bren did not, of course, but he could guess at it.
And as Essek turned back to him, he could feel his cheeks heat as the other man described how the little magical trinket would work. It sounded quite effective really, and clever.]
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Bren did not, of course, but he could guess at it.
And as Essek turned back to him, he could feel his cheeks heat as the other man described how the little magical trinket would work. It sounded quite effective really, and clever.]
Will you put it on me?