she's the bright hot sun in the cold night
she's the cold black darkness in the starlight
She has begun to resent the jovial air he lends to the conversation—the cavalier way he is not intimidated by her presence, his eyes lighting up further each time she scowls. She loathes the way that part of her wants to give into the foreign laughter that simmers in her stomach, the emotion a leach; she had not invited it in and it certainly had not originated from her, but it had made itself at home regardless.
She could not stand it.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at him but, still, she decided to play along with his foolish game. He truly was such a child. Lynx shook her head and sent the black and white fluff of her mane flying, the edges of it curling just barely in the summer heat. She dove into his mind and then instantly huffed, the sound one of royal indignation. “Excuse you, I am not a grump,” she snarled. “I am just not an absolute child.”
(Of course she was - but she didn’t think that.)
She took a step forward, the happiness he induced fighting against the natural dark edge of her nature, the toy of them warring inside of her. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I want to laugh but I don’t want to laugh—not really.” Her mouth pulled into a pretty frown. “Why are you doing that?”
Did he have powers too? It seemed like the only logical explanation, but she didn’t like the idea of the young boy with his wide eyes and guileless smile besting her. “You are rather annoying, Fox,” she decided with a huff, but that didn’t make her leave. Why she stuck around, glaring at the red boy with his too-big smile and his boyish giggle, she didn’t know and didn’t care to think about too hard.
okay, he's adorable. <3