[*has realisation* ...Holy fucking shit...
;~; Have some cute/sad moirail fluff]
Menvra scowled slightly as he sharpened his daggers within his respite lock, eyes narrowed into thin slits with a soft sigh.
As of late, it seems he and his moirail are slowly drifting apart, much to the troll's dislike. He didn't want to loose him to another, he honestly couldn't bare the thought.
"Hey, Menny." Nyixan poked his head in, eyes widening a bit at seeing the weapons. Normally they were stored away somewhere.
"Uh...Ya feelin' okay?" He looked at him with a tilt of his head, only to be stared at in silence for a few moments.
"Gonna take that as a no..."
He sat beside him and leaned a bit on his shoulder, watching as the other worked on the blades again. "Wanna talk aboat it?"
"...Not really." Menvra murmured, after brief silence, with a shake of his head, glancing over at him.
Nyi sighed a bit and just rested there, head cocked to the side slightly. "Mm. I can guess why you're upset, y'know."
The troll tensed up slightly, dropping his hands into his lap. "Oh really? I'd like to see ya try, motherfucker."
The Makara rolled his eyes at him and nodded, nuzzling close. "You think we'll grow apart if my flush crush feels the same..."
The Heir swallowed thickly and scoffed, sneering a bit. "Tch, as if. If we drift apart, I wouldn't give a fuck."
Lies.
"..Shore..." Nyi raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging a bit, frowning in the slightest with his fins pinned against his head.
A twinge of guilt pierced him, growling softly and kissed the side of the younger's head, wrapping an arm around him. "...Okay, maybe you were right...And I would miss you, y'know.."
They looked at each other, Nyi's lips twitching into a small smile as he hugged onto him. "I'd miss you too. But we're not gonna drift, I promise. We're pale bros forever, Menny."
"Heh. Damn straight, Nyi." He couldn't help the small amount of doubt he had, but did his best to ignore it; just nuzzling into his moirail's neck.
"Pale bros forever..."
