11-05-2017, 02:10 AM
a kiss with a fist is better than none
Her eyes remain roving, distant as she looks passed his dark shoulder. Nikoline should have been startled by his winged form, his abilities that are new from when he was but a pauper in the filed speaking to a lowly born painted girl but she is here now and once against under the teal gaze of his ocean eyes.
The mare doesn't meet his eyes yet the warmth in his tone does not go unnoticed. She sighs softly as she wished she did have a reason, someone or something, to give him for Dahmer deserved that much but she can only offer a small shrug and a tight curl of her lips as she has seemed to of just appeared. "It was time to come home." She doesn't signify what 'home' is whether it is Tephra or it is him but to be near his dark form felt good right for at least now.
'"I see you have changed." She lifts her slight head with a motion to the wings that lay like oil spills upon his spine. Nikoline was still the same girl, painted and pretty but that is all. No new attributes or gifts adorned the slender woman with the curling lips for the story of Nikoline rarely changed. She was the warm blanket on a cold rainy night, she was the night light in the room where closet monsters did not dare tread.
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