Wolfe's hand slips at what he's typing as a portal suddenly appears before him, buffetting him with arcane winds. It pulls at him insistently, his hair flying towards it and making it hard to see as it gets in his face. Wolfe barely makes it to his feet, stumbling for balance and ending up tumbling through the portal and into someone on the other side.
Into waiting arms and the smell of sandalwood and leather.
He doesn't ask about the portal, doesn't scold Chris for scaring him. He doesn't have words at all, just the will to wrap his arms around his love tightly, bury himself in that scent, and let out a silent sob that shakes his core not for himself, but for the man in his arms.
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Wolfe's hand slips at what he's typing as a portal suddenly appears before him, buffetting him with arcane winds. It pulls at him insistently, his hair flying towards it and making it hard to see as it gets in his face. Wolfe barely makes it to his feet, stumbling for balance and ending up tumbling through the portal and into someone on the other side.
Into waiting arms and the smell of sandalwood and leather.
He doesn't ask about the portal, doesn't scold Chris for scaring him. He doesn't have words at all, just the will to wrap his arms around his love tightly, bury himself in that scent, and let out a silent sob that shakes his core not for himself, but for the man in his arms.