08-10-2021, 01:08 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
Ah, Oceane: Cheri’s mentor and the honorably titled Queen of Loess. Obscene claimed that even she knew how to let her locks hang loose every now and then, which brought out another round of pleasant laughter from Cheri. The Loessian heir had no reason to doubt that as truth. Oceane was more like an idol to her young protegé than just a figurehead. If Obscene had told her that the dawn-colored royal mare had turned the tides, she would’ve believed it. Still - just because Oceane knew how to handle herself well around the Pampas Prince didn’t mean Cheri could suddenly do the same.
“Baby steps.” Cheri’s thoughts were reflected as glinting warnings, little green flames that Obscene couldn’t match to the way her plush, dark mouth tilted. Sideways, like his metaphorical crown. He could insinuate all he liked: Cheri knew damn well that there was hot chemistry between her Lady and the Old Bear of the Loess court.
“Fun?” She scoffed, and Cheri’s meadow-green tail swung around to snap loudly against her white-blanket hide. The word, spoken as a question, was really more of a sarcastic comment. Oh, she knew all about the Fae and their ways. Perhaps more than Obscene gave her credit for.
And yet those same ways charmed her. The moment he reached for the flower, Cheri’s ears flipped back and she raised the tip of her nose so that the fine, straight angle of her whole face was level and at its most severe. He knew better than to touch her so freely in public, but then again she didn’t exactly move out from underneath him. In fact, the small of her back arched unconsciously from the phantom nearness. Obscene had only ruffled her hair! It didn’t help that Cheri’s body felt so sensitive to his touch. Whenever he got that close, it was like receiving an unwelcome jolt of static: only slightly pleasant, mostly painful.
His words, however, intrigued her more. Cheri could see him clearly from this angle, though she dropped her head again as that all-knowing smile rolled over his expression. How was it that one second he could be so enticing, so charming, and in the next just as frightfully evil? He wanted a favor from her - only her - at a time of his choosing. That was almost as bad as the first request, except the stakes had risen. Now Cheri was considering accepting a loan of good trust from him, effectively putting her into debt with Obscene.
She thought about it for a moment. The steady flicker of her bright green eyes never dimmed, betraying the desire to curse him rather than give in. At last Cheri smiled, looked Obscene dead in his eyes, and asked:
“I don’t know, Obscene. Can I trust you?”
“Baby steps.” Cheri’s thoughts were reflected as glinting warnings, little green flames that Obscene couldn’t match to the way her plush, dark mouth tilted. Sideways, like his metaphorical crown. He could insinuate all he liked: Cheri knew damn well that there was hot chemistry between her Lady and the Old Bear of the Loess court.
“Fun?” She scoffed, and Cheri’s meadow-green tail swung around to snap loudly against her white-blanket hide. The word, spoken as a question, was really more of a sarcastic comment. Oh, she knew all about the Fae and their ways. Perhaps more than Obscene gave her credit for.
And yet those same ways charmed her. The moment he reached for the flower, Cheri’s ears flipped back and she raised the tip of her nose so that the fine, straight angle of her whole face was level and at its most severe. He knew better than to touch her so freely in public, but then again she didn’t exactly move out from underneath him. In fact, the small of her back arched unconsciously from the phantom nearness. Obscene had only ruffled her hair! It didn’t help that Cheri’s body felt so sensitive to his touch. Whenever he got that close, it was like receiving an unwelcome jolt of static: only slightly pleasant, mostly painful.
His words, however, intrigued her more. Cheri could see him clearly from this angle, though she dropped her head again as that all-knowing smile rolled over his expression. How was it that one second he could be so enticing, so charming, and in the next just as frightfully evil? He wanted a favor from her - only her - at a time of his choosing. That was almost as bad as the first request, except the stakes had risen. Now Cheri was considering accepting a loan of good trust from him, effectively putting her into debt with Obscene.
She thought about it for a moment. The steady flicker of her bright green eyes never dimmed, betraying the desire to curse him rather than give in. At last Cheri smiled, looked Obscene dead in his eyes, and asked:
“I don’t know, Obscene. Can I trust you?”
@Obscene