05-05-2020, 09:27 AM
Gale’s little spirit comes poking at his eyes and asking to worm into his brain. Chemdog knows mind-creepers, all the kinds (or so he thinks he knows all the kinds), and so he knows to take precaution, tucking away some of his darkest notions away from sight. He’s grinning still, allowing the other stallion to seize his eyes and show him what he is so eager to share.
When he’s finished Chem shifts his weight, looking down with his nearest eye, entertained by the winged stallion. “Gorgeous, certainly.” he takes a controlled breath, fighting the urge to reach out and softly brush the other’s shoulder with his upper lip. It’s usually a behavior reserved for the alluring women he meets, but he finds himself fighting the compulsion here, now, with Gale.
His focus stays on him, chewing on the detail of their solitude together. Her thoughts drift to the lush place he was shown, how it may serve his brothers in the north, and then his thoughts briefly drift away to some such other things. He comes back after a second or two, blinking, still peering down at the brindle stallion. His attention moves to Erne just for a half-second, and back to Gale, “I would love to see it, lead the way, Gale.” and he tastes his name, it feels sweet encased in his gritty voice. He steps to the side, allowing Gale to move ahead and lead the way.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
i'm sort of sorry he's a little bit of a creep. (super creep)
he's supposed to be a spy mission, anyway
❤️ @[Gale]
