This moment, of all the moments to bask in was by far the worst, on par with rejecting Alistair just two trials ago. How could he? How could he fall for this man, the one that had threatened the woman he claimed to love? But here he was, begging Alistair not to leave him, pouring his heart out - heart that he didn't know he had. Alistair had brought out the good in him, found him when he didn't even know he was lost. Fridgar recognised this now, he'd been the bad guy. The guy with the bear mask didn't deserve it, did John even deserve it? By his previous logic, with the acts he'd committed, did he deserve to die?
Unfaithful, disloyal, treacherous, all words that fit him. Things he'd killed other people for just last season, that and the promise of nel. Alistair was right, Fridgar was a villain. How had he not seen it? Was it just his lesser intelligence leading him astray? Or was it that he didn't want to believe it? Either way, he needed to change.
Alistair spoke his name, at last. Fridgar looked up to the man on the bed, his emotions were akin to Fridgar's rampant feelings in that trill, he could see it in his 'space-cloud' eyes. He'd never seen him so upset, even when Fridgar caught scent of his lust and rejected him just two trials ago. Could it be that... Alistair felt the same?
As if they had a mind of his own, his lips curled into a smile. Alistair didn't want him to leave. His teary eyes cast to the fabric of the bed for just a trill before Ali spoke again, confessing. The smile faded as his gaze returned to the man’s eyes. Did he have any idea what that meant? Probably more than Fridgar, if anything. Opening his mouth, no words came. His throat had all but swollen to the point of not being able to talk. His sleeve met his eyes, wiping away the tears before they could pour or stream. The beat of his heart was akin to the thumping of a drum in the back of his head as he smiled, a nervous laugh escaped his lips. With a deep exhale, he finally spoke "I... I love you too." his tone hushed, brimming with joy.
The big baby Lotharro did as instructed, leaning his head into Alistair's chest letting the man have his full body weight. The sound of his heartbeat, paced and loud in his ears. He'd almost forgotten in that moment, losing himself in Alistair's warmth, that he was due to break Rey'na's heart. Alistair made sure to remind him of the girl in the woods. "I want you." he whispered. It didn't even hurt this time around. Deep within, he'd made his choice. Alistair was the one and it was right. "Your mark?" Fridgar asked, looking up in confusion before burying his head back into Alistair, it didn't matter. He loved him for who he was, mark and all.
In the morning, he would have to have a very unpleasant talk with Rey'na, but for now he would be able to enjoy Alistair. The Lothar removed himself from the human while he spoke the next part. He winced as Alistair spoke. Had his exploration during the initiation exhausted Alistair? A twinge of guilt prodded at his heart, that hadn't been his intention... His eyes widened suddenly with realisation - Idalos was going to burn. How had he forgotten that!? His eyes had widened just as Alistair had invited him into bed, he'd have to explain the next trial. Following suit, Fridgar stood up and undressed, piling his clothes on the floor in a messy pile that he happened to think was very tidy.
Sheepishly, he climbed into bed next to the man. Instinct had no grasp on his mind this time around, this was entirely him. His black globes met Alistair's 'space-cloud' eyes while he rested beside him. "I love you too, Alistair." the Lothar then cuddled into him while he fell asleep, eventually pulling him into a complete hug. His sixth sense was at its strongest here and it felt... Comfortable. Comfortable enough that it, mixed in with the warmth of Alistair's body, lulled him to sleep.
Unfaithful, disloyal, treacherous, all words that fit him. Things he'd killed other people for just last season, that and the promise of nel. Alistair was right, Fridgar was a villain. How had he not seen it? Was it just his lesser intelligence leading him astray? Or was it that he didn't want to believe it? Either way, he needed to change.
Alistair spoke his name, at last. Fridgar looked up to the man on the bed, his emotions were akin to Fridgar's rampant feelings in that trill, he could see it in his 'space-cloud' eyes. He'd never seen him so upset, even when Fridgar caught scent of his lust and rejected him just two trials ago. Could it be that... Alistair felt the same?
As if they had a mind of his own, his lips curled into a smile. Alistair didn't want him to leave. His teary eyes cast to the fabric of the bed for just a trill before Ali spoke again, confessing. The smile faded as his gaze returned to the man’s eyes. Did he have any idea what that meant? Probably more than Fridgar, if anything. Opening his mouth, no words came. His throat had all but swollen to the point of not being able to talk. His sleeve met his eyes, wiping away the tears before they could pour or stream. The beat of his heart was akin to the thumping of a drum in the back of his head as he smiled, a nervous laugh escaped his lips. With a deep exhale, he finally spoke "I... I love you too." his tone hushed, brimming with joy.
The big baby Lotharro did as instructed, leaning his head into Alistair's chest letting the man have his full body weight. The sound of his heartbeat, paced and loud in his ears. He'd almost forgotten in that moment, losing himself in Alistair's warmth, that he was due to break Rey'na's heart. Alistair made sure to remind him of the girl in the woods. "I want you." he whispered. It didn't even hurt this time around. Deep within, he'd made his choice. Alistair was the one and it was right. "Your mark?" Fridgar asked, looking up in confusion before burying his head back into Alistair, it didn't matter. He loved him for who he was, mark and all.
In the morning, he would have to have a very unpleasant talk with Rey'na, but for now he would be able to enjoy Alistair. The Lothar removed himself from the human while he spoke the next part. He winced as Alistair spoke. Had his exploration during the initiation exhausted Alistair? A twinge of guilt prodded at his heart, that hadn't been his intention... His eyes widened suddenly with realisation - Idalos was going to burn. How had he forgotten that!? His eyes had widened just as Alistair had invited him into bed, he'd have to explain the next trial. Following suit, Fridgar stood up and undressed, piling his clothes on the floor in a messy pile that he happened to think was very tidy.
Sheepishly, he climbed into bed next to the man. Instinct had no grasp on his mind this time around, this was entirely him. His black globes met Alistair's 'space-cloud' eyes while he rested beside him. "I love you too, Alistair." the Lothar then cuddled into him while he fell asleep, eventually pulling him into a complete hug. His sixth sense was at its strongest here and it felt... Comfortable. Comfortable enough that it, mixed in with the warmth of Alistair's body, lulled him to sleep.
