05-24-2022, 04:12 AM
embrace my lungs -
It felt like a snake was squirming in her chest, wrapped around her heart for the longest time, her mind an anguished mess. There was so much wrong in her present. What of the past? There was all too much there as well. Bright pink and purple eyes grew dull as she paused in her grooming, contemplating the situations of her life and the situation that had drawn her to the borders of the Coalition and to Romulus once again. Not that he was bad company. Emotions looked good on a man, even if she'd seen the gentleness he'd shown her in the past, and his ire at the situation of then and now. It was better to know he was a living entity and not a mask of emotionally reserved stone. Though she wouldn't complain at that. Everyone had their own reasons for the way they were, and she was the least of them for those reasons.
The clouds above allowed her restless mind an easy habit of picking out shapes, something she did so often these days when her head became a plaza of sound. Inhaling and exhaling, ears angling towards Romulus, instincts causing the swordswoman to track the approaching entity. Friend or foe? She didn't know anymore, and she hated that the most. He was not of the deep past, more of the most recent, and he bore her no threat that she couldn't handle. Romulus was not a threat; a friend if she dared call him that.
Head swiveling to face him as he entered the clearing, quickly returning her tongue to her maw with a flustered sound before coughing and clearing her own throat, "Perhaps the least busy I have been in some days.", she would offer in turn to his question, unable to help the path of her gaze sliding over the male. He looked in good health for what she could see, relieving some unknown worry she had carried since her return. Why she cared about that, she didn't truly know. If there was peace in a neighboring group especially with the commander, the group usually stayed quiet which meant no issues for them, right?
Lifting her gaze back to the sky, back to the watercolor beauty and the shapes that scattered and formed as if pushed by an invisible god. "I dare you to say that again with your eyes fixed on it. It is a force of extreme danger, and for today, I am grateful that we are gifted this display. But beautiful things are often the most dangerous, no?", she spoke with a small quirk of her lips as she allowed herself to return her gaze to him, glancing over his eyes quickly before holding them. Things had changed, so many things. But the chance for a moment of peace ... it was something cherished.
"I too am sorry that tragedy is what has brought us together again. But that seems to be the path that our lives take at this time. Do not mistake the pain to break a sturdy back, please.", she offered him a loose smile, ears drooping slightly, "Just as I shouldn't mistake a warm smile to be so free of his own agonies.", she spoke softly, "I didn't think I'd be coming back, but fate is a cruel witch.", she spoke softly, looking down at the gentle paw that reached out and rubbed her own. How alien was that simple contact, yet there was something that craved more of it, to know that she was alive and could still feel.
How many lives had she taken, how many paws had she held as death delivered itself upon the deceased? It was strange that she wanted more of it, but she didn't have the desire to question it now. "I ... I almost didn't. But I had promises made. Memories to bury. The Ciphers are gone, and with them, the woman I was. I'm not so easily scared by my own shadow now, nor am I of anything g that's bigger than me, but that was all drunken bravado before.", she laughed softly before smiling and moving her paw to rest beside his, hesitating, wanting to touch him. She wasn't dreaming right? "And what of you? What has Mister Malus been occupied by in the last two years? If you don't mind sharing with a friendly ear. It helps to take the mind off of things, a stolen chance at momentary peace."
The clouds above allowed her restless mind an easy habit of picking out shapes, something she did so often these days when her head became a plaza of sound. Inhaling and exhaling, ears angling towards Romulus, instincts causing the swordswoman to track the approaching entity. Friend or foe? She didn't know anymore, and she hated that the most. He was not of the deep past, more of the most recent, and he bore her no threat that she couldn't handle. Romulus was not a threat; a friend if she dared call him that.
Head swiveling to face him as he entered the clearing, quickly returning her tongue to her maw with a flustered sound before coughing and clearing her own throat, "Perhaps the least busy I have been in some days.", she would offer in turn to his question, unable to help the path of her gaze sliding over the male. He looked in good health for what she could see, relieving some unknown worry she had carried since her return. Why she cared about that, she didn't truly know. If there was peace in a neighboring group especially with the commander, the group usually stayed quiet which meant no issues for them, right?
Lifting her gaze back to the sky, back to the watercolor beauty and the shapes that scattered and formed as if pushed by an invisible god. "I dare you to say that again with your eyes fixed on it. It is a force of extreme danger, and for today, I am grateful that we are gifted this display. But beautiful things are often the most dangerous, no?", she spoke with a small quirk of her lips as she allowed herself to return her gaze to him, glancing over his eyes quickly before holding them. Things had changed, so many things. But the chance for a moment of peace ... it was something cherished.
"I too am sorry that tragedy is what has brought us together again. But that seems to be the path that our lives take at this time. Do not mistake the pain to break a sturdy back, please.", she offered him a loose smile, ears drooping slightly, "Just as I shouldn't mistake a warm smile to be so free of his own agonies.", she spoke softly, "I didn't think I'd be coming back, but fate is a cruel witch.", she spoke softly, looking down at the gentle paw that reached out and rubbed her own. How alien was that simple contact, yet there was something that craved more of it, to know that she was alive and could still feel.
How many lives had she taken, how many paws had she held as death delivered itself upon the deceased? It was strange that she wanted more of it, but she didn't have the desire to question it now. "I ... I almost didn't. But I had promises made. Memories to bury. The Ciphers are gone, and with them, the woman I was. I'm not so easily scared by my own shadow now, nor am I of anything g that's bigger than me, but that was all drunken bravado before.", she laughed softly before smiling and moving her paw to rest beside his, hesitating, wanting to touch him. She wasn't dreaming right? "And what of you? What has Mister Malus been occupied by in the last two years? If you don't mind sharing with a friendly ear. It helps to take the mind off of things, a stolen chance at momentary peace."
- your breath i keep
teef
MERLIN GWYNNE
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