her_imperial_radiance | prophesied wanderings

Time passes. Well before Zeus's thirteenth birthday, he looks human-25, and then he stops, and Harley catches up; Zeus is still taller, but not by much, and burlier, but not by much.

Wolves have a lot of casual sex amongst themselves; the girl wolves can't get pregnant, and with pack telepathy it would be pretty hard to hide a secret crush. Everyone avoids getting serious - well, the lesbians don't, but any couple involving a male wolf has to avoid deep emotional entanglements that would shatter if he imprinted; the Imperial Seer helps, but she is not perfect and they will live for long enough that even a slim chance adds up. But casual sex absolutely happens. Zeus has a friend with benefits by the time he's fifteen (her name is Kitty, but she thinks this is ridiculous, and prefers "Xanthe" after her yellow fur).

He helpfully passes on to the pack that Harley thinks they are all hot; several people take advantage of this information, and Harley has more than one friend with benefits at the age of fifteen.

(Meanwhile, the masquerade is in tatters; wolves are just more convenient than looking for human partners, at least until Zeus decides he's interested in the Seer finding him a suitable imprint.)

This newfound interest does not mean Zeus and Harley don't hang out, even now that they're both sixteen. Presently, Harley is getting his ass handed to him by his wolf-reflexed sparring partner at a mo-cap fighting video game entitled Bloodsport V.

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"You are, it's adorable." Harley kisses Zeus's nose.

Zeus grins. "I dunno, it's just, this isn't the first time imprinting decided to take some wolf's sexuality out back and shoot it? But it's the first time it's happened this way."

"I'm full of surprises," Harley says brightly, and he pounces on Zeus.

Mmmm pouncing! Highly appreciated pouncing.

Hooray for highly appreciated things! Harley decides to do some more things that he expects will be highly appreciated.

Pretty much anything Harley-related is highly appreciated.

Awesome, because giving Zeus blowjobs is lots of fun and he would be sad if Zeus stopped appreciating them.

There has been no cessation of appreciation there! It has if anything increased.

Awesome, perfect, excellent, he's so pleased.

Also, on the "bribed, threatened, or magicked" front?

Zeus has now been pretty thoroughly magicked.

Ooh.

Harley is terribly pleased.

It is very important that Harley be pleased. That is the point. (Of Zeus's existence, if you ask Zeus.)

If you asked Harley, he would say that the point of Zeus's existence is to be Zeus.

Luckily for both of them, Zeus being Zeus is a source of endless delight!

It's so convenient! If Zeus had had to pick an imprint he would've picked Harley if he'd known Harley was an option.

That is good. Harley would be glad to know that, if he did.

Eventually - during a lull in the proceedings - Zeus tells him so.

"Awwwwwwwwwww," says Harley, hugging him tight. "I'm glad. I love you."

"I love you too," says Zeus, "so, so much."

Snuggle snuggle. Ferocious snugglings.

That is delightful and Harley is delightful and Zeus is delighted!

Harley is delighted too. They are just a big cuddly pile of delight.

Good, good.

Time passes some more.

Harley reads a book. This is not unusual; Harley frequently reads books. He likes this one. It's old sci-fi, and one of the main characters calls herself Aenea, which sounds amusingly similar to his second name. She has a trick where she can move from one place to another without passing through the space in between; it's very evocatively described, in terms of poetry he hasn't read but now kind of wants to. This trick is called freecasting.

One night, he is falling asleep thinking about the book. He imagines the way it might feel, to cut loose from your surroundings and recenter yourself somewhere different. It must be just—like—

He vanishes right out of Zeus's arms.

Edited 2013-06-17 20:29 (UTC)

"Harley."

"Harley?"

[HARLEY!]

By the time Zeus thinks to try contacting the Princess he's a gibbering wreck, arms wrapped around and face buried in Harley's pillow, because something has to have happened, Harley was just - they were cuddling, Harley does not abandon cuddles without so much as a word -

Edited 2013-06-17 20:42 (UTC)

The Princess, much to her dismay, knows what happened.

"Did he ever tell you about what Glass said, when he was a baby?" she asks softly. "That he would one day wander off somewhere and there was nothing I could do."

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