04-28-2020, 07:44 PM
It would have been easy to close it down and toss him out of her dream.
The surprise of his reaction makes her rise from sitting and she shies back, watching in tragic mesmerization as the beauty of the night shifts suddenly around her, threatening her craft and the serenity she had vowed to keep for the night. That rancid thought of shutting him out looked brilliant in that moment, and the surprise she wore is quickly replaced with a steely resignation as the heat swirling around them intensified.
The eyes of the inferno are easy enough to find and hold onto, and she challenges the fire in his stare with the icey calm of her own, “This is not the typical world that you refer to, is it?”
It takes a cycle of controlled breathing to notice, but she notices all the same. Behind those eyes looking back at her, she recognized something - something wounded and confused - something that on some level, albeit a much less degree, she could relate to. At the back of her throat she makes an almost inaudible grumble, squelching the predatory desire to do what was necessary to rise above him and take back control over what was hers.
“Talking is a starting point.”
Catcher sits, unwilling to break their visionary bond yet, aware that the flames burned brighter and hotter as that began licking at the curve of her claws and the feathery fur that lined her large paws. “Will it make you feel better, Firen, to watch me burn?”
She’d give him a chance.
@[Firen]
The surprise of his reaction makes her rise from sitting and she shies back, watching in tragic mesmerization as the beauty of the night shifts suddenly around her, threatening her craft and the serenity she had vowed to keep for the night. That rancid thought of shutting him out looked brilliant in that moment, and the surprise she wore is quickly replaced with a steely resignation as the heat swirling around them intensified.
The eyes of the inferno are easy enough to find and hold onto, and she challenges the fire in his stare with the icey calm of her own, “This is not the typical world that you refer to, is it?”
It takes a cycle of controlled breathing to notice, but she notices all the same. Behind those eyes looking back at her, she recognized something - something wounded and confused - something that on some level, albeit a much less degree, she could relate to. At the back of her throat she makes an almost inaudible grumble, squelching the predatory desire to do what was necessary to rise above him and take back control over what was hers.
“Talking is a starting point.”
Catcher sits, unwilling to break their visionary bond yet, aware that the flames burned brighter and hotter as that began licking at the curve of her claws and the feathery fur that lined her large paws. “Will it make you feel better, Firen, to watch me burn?”
She’d give him a chance.
@[Firen]
