She stays in the thick embrace of a sleeping forest. Her pulse was the only things that moved while she lay dormant in the ground or amongst the tree tops. When he is gone, time stops and the world creaks to a halt. he has become the very thing she breathes for. How could she let herself be so weak? Because he was worth every sticky sweet drop.
"Hiding?" The words were an echo inside her skull. The single formation of letters ricochet and she feels her eyes slitting open. Epithet had been deep in the ground as a sleeping toad, cold and nearly lifeless...but immortality will never loosen her grip upon you...Epithet knows all too well.
She moves, clawing her way to the surface, her skin is sensitive to his vibrations and his location. The amphibian emerges a bit off so she may change to her true form, shaking the dirt away except for a few leaves stuck in her pale mane and tail. "Wyrm." She breathes his name is a sweet exhale as she gently approaches him from his side, her dark lips tracing his hip till she is at his shoulder. "You have come back to me." The forest nymph whispers low and for only his ears.
She would never hide anything from him.
"Hiding?" The words were an echo inside her skull. The single formation of letters ricochet and she feels her eyes slitting open. Epithet had been deep in the ground as a sleeping toad, cold and nearly lifeless...but immortality will never loosen her grip upon you...Epithet knows all too well.
She moves, clawing her way to the surface, her skin is sensitive to his vibrations and his location. The amphibian emerges a bit off so she may change to her true form, shaking the dirt away except for a few leaves stuck in her pale mane and tail. "Wyrm." She breathes his name is a sweet exhale as she gently approaches him from his side, her dark lips tracing his hip till she is at his shoulder. "You have come back to me." The forest nymph whispers low and for only his ears.
She would never hide anything from him.
Epithet