Recent content by Daniil Ryalor

Daniil moved to sit closer to the family, his arm draped across the back of the couch to provide some support himself. "I promise, Caden," he vowed in return. "I'll be safe - safer than I have been, at least."

Daniil smiled and nodded his confirmation of both points. "At least I can't do worse than I did as a guard," he commented. He looked to Asta and added, "Yes, I'll be talking to my cousin soon to resign. I've spent long enough trying to be something I'm not."

Daniil scooted to make way for Asta, still a little awkward around the marten jill. He felt absolutely no attraction to femmes that way, but he was still mindful of propriety around her, not wanting to send any wrong signals. On top of that, with the loss of her father, he didn't want to behave...

Daniil pulled away from Caden with a guilty look on his face, as if they'd just been caught. He only relaxed a moment later as he realized it was just Asta. "Sorry Asta," he apologized. "We were on our way back there, I promise." He looked to Caden with a smile, offering his paw. "Shall we get...

Daniil blushed at Vihma's conspiratorial aside. "Well, if I am," he allowed, a rare moment of humor rising to the surface, "he certainly won't be unwrapping me at the party."

Daniil reluctantly slowed his paws, half tempted to let Caden fall asleep, but knew that if they didn't change the bandages now, it would be far messier, and riskier to Caden's health, later on. "Let's get you cleaned up then," he suggested, "and we can get you back to bed." They carefully and...

Daniil held Caden to him, cradling the marten as carefully as he could around the burn wounds. "It's alright," he murmured, stroking Caden's back. "I know she didn't. She never meant to leave us. I'm sure your mother was hoping and praying that she would come home that night, and she wouldn't...

Daniil sat quiet, eyes wide, as Caden told him a side of the Winter War story he'd never heard before. As Caden sobbed, Daniil shifted his paw, trying to gently stroke the uninjured part of the marten's fur. He was quiet for a long moment, pondering what to say, what he could possibly say to...

Daniil winced at the mention of taking over the Freemont Family. "I'm glad you did," he commented. "I've seen what it did to my uncle, and what those preparations have been doing to Alwyn. I'm pretty sure it would have made you miserable. It is funny that Nadia raised you, though," he added...

Daniil blushed at the prospect of being open about his relationship. While same-sex relationships were common in Fyador, if not fully sanctioned yet by the state and temples, interspecies relationships didn't carry the same acceptance yet. "Maybe," he allowed. "I'll have to see what the...

Daniil took a moment to think. "Right, she was saying something about that," he reflected. "I mean, I didn't know what to say at the time. I was still feeling guilty over not being there to protect her through the fight." He sighed, looking down at Caden's chest, before his eyes suddenly...

Daniil smiled, and he leaned in to kiss Caden softly. "Thank you," he murmured, settling as to not put weight on Caden's chest, but stay close nonetheless. "I don't want to take advantage of your generosity, though, so I promise, I'll do everything I can to help with the housework. Especially...

Daniil sighed, shifting to rest his weight on the throw pillows at the side of the couch. "I don't know," he admitted morosely. "I'm not a great poet, and even if I was, it's very hard to make a living that way. I don't think my family will keep supporting me, and it's probably for the best that...

Daniil put a paw gently on Caden's shoulder, trying to avoid his burns. "It's alright," he assured the marten. "I needed to hear it. I've been living my life letting other people make my decisions for me, instead of deciding what I wanted. I needed that shove. I'm sorry I was selfish and wasn't...

Daniil smiled and leaned in to kiss Caden's cheek. "Then I'll stay," he promised. "No matter what, Caden, as long as you want me, I'll stay."