07-03-2017, 12:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2017, 07:44 PM by No Crosses Count.)
you give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head.
The dark bay easily takes Noct’s weight against his own as she succumbs to her own personal weariness. Red eyes smolder with a flicker of concern but he says nothing and simply supports her. That’s what he was there for, to hold her up when times were rough. She would never have to go through anything alone as long as they were together. Funny what a century in the afterlife and a narrow escape from purgatory can do for a new friendship.
An ear swivels towards the sound of hooves sucking against sand before he turns his head to see who was coming. Why, hello... What have we here? A mare the color of soot and snow followed quickly by another of blue. His companion has moved protectively in front of the colt (as if the little shit needed protection) which leaves him free to step forward and give them a rather appreciative look. ”A sight for sore eyes I must say…” Casting Noct an almost apologetic smile that turns flirtatious as he turns back to them. While he may not fully remember where they had come from or even where they are, he certainly knows it’s been awhile since he’s been in the company of this many females. Can’t waste the opportunity.
”I’m No Crosses Count. This is Nocturnal and her… son.” It was still a sore point since the kid literally appeared out of nowhere and he wasn’t sure if he had some weird role in it. Of course the girls start chit chatting and he sighs, exasperated. Something about deserts, being far from home. Honestly he has no idea what the hell anyone is talking about, nobody seems to want to fill him in. He can’t remember ever having a home (although that can’t be right says the nagging voice in the back of his head) and now Noct’s giving him those sad eyes again, the one’s she always gives when he seems to have said something wrong. ”Well… Might as well stay here if we can until we figure it out.” He pauses, his scarred body shifting slightly as he looks across the coast. ”But if someone could tell me where the hell we are that might be a start.” His frustration evident in the bite of his tone.
An ear swivels towards the sound of hooves sucking against sand before he turns his head to see who was coming. Why, hello... What have we here? A mare the color of soot and snow followed quickly by another of blue. His companion has moved protectively in front of the colt (as if the little shit needed protection) which leaves him free to step forward and give them a rather appreciative look. ”A sight for sore eyes I must say…” Casting Noct an almost apologetic smile that turns flirtatious as he turns back to them. While he may not fully remember where they had come from or even where they are, he certainly knows it’s been awhile since he’s been in the company of this many females. Can’t waste the opportunity.
”I’m No Crosses Count. This is Nocturnal and her… son.” It was still a sore point since the kid literally appeared out of nowhere and he wasn’t sure if he had some weird role in it. Of course the girls start chit chatting and he sighs, exasperated. Something about deserts, being far from home. Honestly he has no idea what the hell anyone is talking about, nobody seems to want to fill him in. He can’t remember ever having a home (although that can’t be right says the nagging voice in the back of his head) and now Noct’s giving him those sad eyes again, the one’s she always gives when he seems to have said something wrong. ”Well… Might as well stay here if we can until we figure it out.” He pauses, his scarred body shifting slightly as he looks across the coast. ”But if someone could tell me where the hell we are that might be a start.” His frustration evident in the bite of his tone.
no crosses count
i want to do it again