Narrator: Hey, what's up. Back again.
Fox: GUY! *gives a great big hug*
Wolf: Wh…why do you write Fox so out of canon in your story prefaces?
Narrator: For the same reason I give you so much self-awareness in my story prefaces.
Wolf: … fair enough.
Narrator: anyway, I'm sure you already know this, but given that I am a hopeless romantic, I sometimes have silly little visions of cute little situations. So I'm going to have you two act that out for me, since it is completely unrealistic in my own life.
Wolf: You are… you are so cruel…
Narrator: I love you too.
Fox (Still clutching the narrator, looking up): Wait, you never told us you were a hopeless romantic!
Narrator: Fox… look at yourself. Look at what you are doing. Look at the website this story is posted on.
Fox: … yeah you're right.
Narrator: Now that I've thoroughly embarrassed myself, Lets begin this series of shorts then and embarrass myself some more.
Eternity
Fox sat at the top of the hill in the park, eyes closed as he felt the sharp, gentle grass beneath his feet. All around him was the hustle and bustle of activity; children were playing in the playground with their parents to watch over them, a white tabby in very businesslike attire was speaking briskly into his phone, obviously frustrated with whoever was on the other line, and a few adolescent teens were sitting on one of the park benches, talking about the nothings that meant the world to them. While the vulpine wasn't asleep, his relaxation rivaled that sensation, as the breeze caressed his fur and spun around him, protecting him from all of the things in the world that did not matter… or perhaps did matter—it was difficult to say. He looked up at the sky and looked towards the sun, raising his hand to shield himself from the direct contact, and shifted his attention from the air to the warmth of the sun beating on his skin. The vulpine took a deep breath. A familiar scent relaxed him and he closed his eyes once more.
He remained that way for a few hour-long minutes. The noise of the people, cars, and games around him did not reach him.
'Standing in contentness, huh…' he thought, amongst other things. The clamorous silence continued for a few more minutes until the wolf leaning against his back mimicking his position broke it.
"What would you give to stay like this?" Wolf muttered, his statement hardly sounding like a question. But the vulpine breathed out an answer regardless.
"My life."
"We'll be sitting here every day in hell, then." The lupine said with a chuckle.
"I look forward to that."
They remained holding hands as the wind continued to embrace them both.
Wolf: The fluff is…
Narrator: Unreal. I am well aware.
Fox: It's so cute! I love it!
Narrator: well, of course you'd have to, what would that say about my self-esteem if you didn't?
Wolf: Well…
Narrator: Don't even.
Wolf: Ha.
Fox: I really do think you've gotten much better at this though.
Wolf: While I'd rather not admit it, I think so too.
Narrator: Thanks, you two. Lets just see what the readers think. Oh, and incidentally, this scene was pretty obviously m/m, but not all of these scenes will be, if I even get around to doing them. And before i forget, i do not own these characters, and if you're not into the M/M sort of thing, Ha, surprise, now get out.