He could hear me.
Yeah, well. That thought never crossed my mind. It probably should have, but of course it didn’t. This is EXACTLY why I need Haide. I can’t handle this. This kind of forethought. Too much pressure.
Can he see me watching him with dark scrutiny and my weird, trademark smile? I stick my tongue out at him, long and elastic like until it touches the ground. There’s no reaction yet, so maybe he can’t tell here directly in front of him. I wonder what he tastes like for a hot second before I think the better of it. Not now, but maybe later? When my tongue returns to its throne between my luscious, pink lips, I can taste the earthiness of the autumn soil. It’s bitter and grainy, but oh so real and delicious. Maybe even a little salty.
Somewhere something rumbles low. My head turns in either direction as if something stalks us. Then turns towards my stomach because I can’t remember the last time I ate. But nothing, nada, zilch.
The noise persists and I feel a strangely foreign but familiar press of consciousness against me. Could it be? Had she finally come back from her time off? I bet she got a tan. Normally, I’d fight her, but today I welcome the rebellion.
Still cloaked, my head tilts sideways curiously, drinking in the strangely dusted gent nearby. He is alone, and perhaps as equally curious of me as I am of him He questions the rock’s motives and my large void eyes roll back to look at the trespasser that he speaks of. I blink a few times before my wonderful attention drifts back to the shiny man. But I have just the answer. Or rather, she< does.
“He was trying to get me stuck between a rock and a hard place,” I say smoothly. Which wasn’t untrue, luckily for me, I caught onto it pretty quickly.
Silent now, I pass loosely to his side and behind him, watching in divine curiosity to see if his eyes follow my movements. On the opposite side of where I had stood before, I settle in nicely next to a friendly bush. “So what’re you doin’ out here, Frosty?”
@[Leilan]
Yeah, well. That thought never crossed my mind. It probably should have, but of course it didn’t. This is EXACTLY why I need Haide. I can’t handle this. This kind of forethought. Too much pressure.
Can he see me watching him with dark scrutiny and my weird, trademark smile? I stick my tongue out at him, long and elastic like until it touches the ground. There’s no reaction yet, so maybe he can’t tell here directly in front of him. I wonder what he tastes like for a hot second before I think the better of it. Not now, but maybe later? When my tongue returns to its throne between my luscious, pink lips, I can taste the earthiness of the autumn soil. It’s bitter and grainy, but oh so real and delicious. Maybe even a little salty.
Somewhere something rumbles low. My head turns in either direction as if something stalks us. Then turns towards my stomach because I can’t remember the last time I ate. But nothing, nada, zilch.
The noise persists and I feel a strangely foreign but familiar press of consciousness against me. Could it be? Had she finally come back from her time off? I bet she got a tan. Normally, I’d fight her, but today I welcome the rebellion.
Still cloaked, my head tilts sideways curiously, drinking in the strangely dusted gent nearby. He is alone, and perhaps as equally curious of me as I am of him He questions the rock’s motives and my large void eyes roll back to look at the trespasser that he speaks of. I blink a few times before my wonderful attention drifts back to the shiny man. But I have just the answer. Or rather, she< does.
“He was trying to get me stuck between a rock and a hard place,” I say smoothly. Which wasn’t untrue, luckily for me, I caught onto it pretty quickly.
Silent now, I pass loosely to his side and behind him, watching in divine curiosity to see if his eyes follow my movements. On the opposite side of where I had stood before, I settle in nicely next to a friendly bush. “So what’re you doin’ out here, Frosty?”
@[Leilan]