Rabbits on the Moon [Basket Bidding Date]

Ah, could the flow of the time be any slower than this? It felt like eternity as the ginger male closed the distance between them once more; Grigori held his breath, sinking into anticipation. It wasn’t the first time, so often when they were alone.. reality as he knew it just ceased to exist. He could only liken it to being in the middle of a fight, when driven by adrenaline he could all at once see everything and nothing at all. He could liken it, but even so, it was completely different.

As soon as they connected, this slow, compressed moment began to unwind. The cowboy took an uneven breath, the feeling of the other’s cold nose against his neck sending a shiver down his spine. He didn’t want to miss a fraction of a second, but the sudden shift from unending wait to a torrent of uncountable details stunned him. He couldn’t take it in all at once. He could, however, keep wanting more – until nothing went unnoticed.

Something as elaborate as words proved to be a stark contrast to the flurry of his base thoughts. It sent his instincts reeling, allowing one, final moment of focus. “Hmm. At this rate, I might not need to.” A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. But if it was a hint that Aryth wanted, there was one he could provide. He lifted a paw, before letting it fall heavily on the other’s shoulder. “Closer..” he urged in a deep rumble. They could be so much closer still.

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Right. Grigori realized now, nothing he’d ever done in his life has felt quite right. Well-meaning wrong and good done for the wrong reasons, all tainted by his flaws. Until now. In blissful exhaustion, holding a wonderful wolf close, he felt perfect.

And it terrified him.

To the blonde brute, fear was kind of an exotic spice, one he has rarely tasted. They say that true bravery isn’t about not knowing fear, but about knowing how to overcome it. In that respect, Grigori was nothing but a coward. “Hey…” He inched away, but only so that his eyes could meet Aryth’s own. Peaceful green that has always accepted him, even though it has never known or understood him. Not truly. But now, he no longer could nor wanted to hide behind things left unsaid. “I know it ain’t yer style, but if I ever.. if I do wrong by ye, don’t hold back for my sake.” If anyone else ever hurt Aryth, he’d put them in the ground without a moment of hesitation. But he couldn’t be certain he’d foresee, or even notice the damage caused by his own actions. Therefore he could only pray the other won’t be kind enough to endure it needlessly.

“Promise me.” This, Grigori hoped, would keep this fear at bay.

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A R Y T H M E T I K

He breathed heavily into the dusk. In the distance, fireflies were lighting their first signals. Brilliant green competing with the golden shimmer of the setting sun. It took a while for Aryth’s chest to settle, for his limbs to stop trembling, for the bewildered smile to fade from his lips. When the two males seemed to meld into one, a bundled mass of steady hums and warm silence, only then did the weight of his actions drag Arythmetik down to earth. Logically, he knew there was nothing special about what just happened. It happened every day, with nearly every wolf in the world…eventually. But not with him. And not with Grigori.


Eventually, the vagabond broke their temporary, unspoken vow. As he pulled away, Aryth grinned softly, nervously, and glanced up over his shoulder to find Grigori’s eyes. Passionate. And mysterious, like the fog of Tir Na Nog on Samhain. The words, at first, didn’t compute–even in the scholar’s high-wired brain. Then he urged, ‘Promise me.’ Part of Aryth wasn’t sure if he had the energy (or the emotional capacity) to question his companion. No, we’re more than just companions, now. But he didn’t know what they were, and the page-dust poet didn’t want to ruin anything. Slowly, Aryth shifted, rolling his weight against the cowboy’s chest and allowing his grin to sharpen wryly. “I hope, one day,” he said huskily, “you’ll tell me why you’re so worried.” Before Grigori could protest, Aryth added, “But I promise.”


It wasn’t a total lie. Only, Aryth wasn’t sure if these somber words were a request…or a warning. He hoped to god he’d never find out.

code by claerie

@Grigori