01-12-2021, 03:30 AM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
It always takes her a moment to look beyond herself and read how someone else feels. As a child, she had always purposely directed the attention to herself, and now as an adult, it was a habit that she often fell back on. She did not crave validation in quite the same way, but she had learned the easiest way to get someone interested in her was to show interest in them. With her one-track mind, her attention had been focused on Michaelis, to the extent that she did not notice at first the way Beyza seemed uncertain of the shadows. But a glance sideways and she sees the frown on the mare’s face, though Desire can not place the reason for why that might be. It seems unlikely that she was afraid of them; that wasn’t the impression she was getting. Perhaps they reminded her of something — or someone. Whatever the case it was enough to pique her interest, but she decides this was a subject best brought up between just the two of them back in Pangea.
A tendril of shadow curling toward her diverts her attention from the white mare (she is such a bright white, too, in a way that is almost unnerving), and a laugh purrs from her throat when he moves closer to Beyza. “Your shadows seem flirtatious,” she teases with a simper still curled on her pale lips, but she watches patient and quiet as he beckons Beyza closer. Desire tilts her head towards her, but says nothing—giving her the opportunity if she wishes without interfering.
When Michaelis directs a question at her she steps closer to him once more, positioning herself on his other side so that she may hold Beyza in her sight as well. “Where should we begin?” she says with another laugh, and a sigh that implies it would be such a long story to tell it all. “There was a plague, but that was cured before I was born. I suppose the most exciting thing to happen recently is the afterlife being opened.”
A tendril of shadow curling toward her diverts her attention from the white mare (she is such a bright white, too, in a way that is almost unnerving), and a laugh purrs from her throat when he moves closer to Beyza. “Your shadows seem flirtatious,” she teases with a simper still curled on her pale lips, but she watches patient and quiet as he beckons Beyza closer. Desire tilts her head towards her, but says nothing—giving her the opportunity if she wishes without interfering.
When Michaelis directs a question at her she steps closer to him once more, positioning herself on his other side so that she may hold Beyza in her sight as well. “Where should we begin?” she says with another laugh, and a sigh that implies it would be such a long story to tell it all. “There was a plague, but that was cured before I was born. I suppose the most exciting thing to happen recently is the afterlife being opened.”
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
@[Beyza]