04-05-2020, 03:23 PM
BRUNHILDE
I BET ON LOSING DOGS
It didn’t used to be that Brunhilde’s knees folded at even the slightest kind look. She used to hold her head high; she used to possess a gemstone gaze that glittered with the flames upon her back. When Brun digs deep enough, she can remember the day she awoke with wings of fire and thought that the universe was offering her some sort of escape. How foolish she was then, with not a thing to run from. Loess had felt empty compared to the rich history she held in Hyaline, but she would give anything to return to that time, when she thought the only prison to break out of was her family.
“Oh,” Brun whispers to herself when Vastra smiles. A jolt of pleasure—like a shot of adrenaline to a stopped heart—spreads warmth through the rushing veins in her chest. What a pleasant, welcome thing she found her friend’s smile. It was different, that smile—Brun finds it wild and alluring. That pleasure races to the rest of her body and briefly reminds her of what it felt like to find Leokadia and Cleave; it’s different again, though. Though untamed, Vastra doesn’t feel frightening or alien.
Now Hildy’s heart races with something other than the shock of kindness, a rush she’s never felt in her life. Innocent, unadulterated attraction, perhaps? She doesn’t recognize the feeling for what it is, though it spurs her to race with absolutely no hesitation after the flirty bird.
“Anywhere,” Brunhilde calls to Vastra as she shakily rises to her friend. A smile lifts lips that for now don’t remember what it feels like to sit in a somber line.
“Oh,” Brun whispers to herself when Vastra smiles. A jolt of pleasure—like a shot of adrenaline to a stopped heart—spreads warmth through the rushing veins in her chest. What a pleasant, welcome thing she found her friend’s smile. It was different, that smile—Brun finds it wild and alluring. That pleasure races to the rest of her body and briefly reminds her of what it felt like to find Leokadia and Cleave; it’s different again, though. Though untamed, Vastra doesn’t feel frightening or alien.
Now Hildy’s heart races with something other than the shock of kindness, a rush she’s never felt in her life. Innocent, unadulterated attraction, perhaps? She doesn’t recognize the feeling for what it is, though it spurs her to race with absolutely no hesitation after the flirty bird.
“Anywhere,” Brunhilde calls to Vastra as she shakily rises to her friend. A smile lifts lips that for now don’t remember what it feels like to sit in a somber line.
@[Vastra] i'm in love <3333
