You're Just Like Heaven To Touch
Listening to her was like hearing an echoing chasm, like looking into an abyss and seeing the impossible distance between something and nothing at all. Islas looks back at Tiercel with hollow amethyst eyes, a gaze so purple it borders on black, and that expression is the same one she uses to view ‘them’. The others. Tiercel is fascinated by this emptiness and her strange desire to overcome it for reasons unknown. Could he… could he influence that nothingness? His curiosity peaks in a most satisfying way.
“That is exactly what I’m asking.” He muses thoughtfully. She won’t miss the unguarded way he responds, the way his expression clearly shows vim and charming delight at her ability to decipher what would come easily to the others. Confident now that his approach wouldn’t be met with a negative reaction he eases forward, walks close enough that the two of them could stand side-by-side without touching.
As a god views an ant he looks down from their shared observatory and contemplates the mechanism of horses interacting with each other down below. Without looking at Islas he swallows quietly, breathes in the scent of her from being so near and steadies his focus inward. The well of his power is still brimming. Good. Tiercel considers what might be best and then settles on an emotion he thinks might not raise suspicion in its host. Sweet and subtle, desire rises to the surface and he pushes it her way.
If she felt anything at all, Islas could interpret it however best suited her. Desire for him (unlikely, but possible) or desire for his company, maybe even a desire that bordered on curiosity. Maybe nothing at all. What he offered wasn’t strong. Just a sip, not a full-blown shot. “But you want to talk to me, yea?” He asks rhetorically with a smile. Now he feels safe enough to look her way.
“Did someone hurt you? Is that why you don’t want to talk to them?” Her guest theorizes.
Tiercel
@[Islas] ugh I hate his HTML