01-09-2019, 02:39 PM
That predator's gaze is apparent, and I can see that she expects me to sidestep, to shy from it. I should be. Still, instinct dies in the face of familiarity, and I had lived among the blood hungry long enough to be indifferent. Curious, maybe. But my only outward reaction was the tilt of my head under her scrutiny.
Where I was built with speed and agility in mind, she moved like a creature used to stealth. Low slung and muscular, and... my mouth suddenly felt desert dry, and fear had nothing to do with it. Hearing my name on her lips is a lovely thing. I can almost taste the words, like summer peaches heavy on my tongue, it's sweet and warm. How long had it been since someone had said my name with such a tone? Anger, despair, violent wrath. These were the bitter, burning flavors that had tasted my name more recently. Not sweetness, not intrigue.
An answering smile lifts the corners of my mouth hesitantly. As the silence stretches between us, I can feel the chaotic pounding of my heart pulsing into something less aggressive. I had lived alone long enough to be content with the quiet, just watching as cold air condenses between us in clouds of mist.
"Sochi," I breathe, watching the name twist into the air over us. Even our voices are counterpoints, mine silvery music to her honeyed whiskey. "I like that, too." Maybe coming to this party wouldn't the waste of time I'd thought it would be. My wings rustled lightly in the breeze, a pastel feather or two spinning to the ground. "What are you doing here, Sochi? Surely you'd be more comfortable someplace darker, with fewer... them, involved." I asked after a moment, gesturing toward the shining throng. It was possible I had read her wrong. Perhaps this was exactly her kind of place. I doubted it, though.
Horses who stood on the outside of the crowd often showed it. And... here we were.
@[Sochi]
Where I was built with speed and agility in mind, she moved like a creature used to stealth. Low slung and muscular, and... my mouth suddenly felt desert dry, and fear had nothing to do with it. Hearing my name on her lips is a lovely thing. I can almost taste the words, like summer peaches heavy on my tongue, it's sweet and warm. How long had it been since someone had said my name with such a tone? Anger, despair, violent wrath. These were the bitter, burning flavors that had tasted my name more recently. Not sweetness, not intrigue.
An answering smile lifts the corners of my mouth hesitantly. As the silence stretches between us, I can feel the chaotic pounding of my heart pulsing into something less aggressive. I had lived alone long enough to be content with the quiet, just watching as cold air condenses between us in clouds of mist.
"Sochi," I breathe, watching the name twist into the air over us. Even our voices are counterpoints, mine silvery music to her honeyed whiskey. "I like that, too." Maybe coming to this party wouldn't the waste of time I'd thought it would be. My wings rustled lightly in the breeze, a pastel feather or two spinning to the ground. "What are you doing here, Sochi? Surely you'd be more comfortable someplace darker, with fewer... them, involved." I asked after a moment, gesturing toward the shining throng. It was possible I had read her wrong. Perhaps this was exactly her kind of place. I doubted it, though.
Horses who stood on the outside of the crowd often showed it. And... here we were.
@[Sochi]