08-31-2018, 12:20 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Laying at someone's feet was its own sort of torture. Carefully placed lower than someone's direct line of sight, it hurt whether or not people looked. Look, and you're an object, something to stare at. Don't look, and you're worthless, you're nothing more than a statue that breathes. A piece of art, but living things were never supposed to be that. There were a lot of things that neither of them were supposed to be, and he supposes that right now, the only thing he gets right is the strange, unbidden gratefulness for the fact that Danyla had not spoken his thoughts out loud. In the strangest of ways, he couldn't understand why someone would do that either. Could never dream of picking the path that they had. And yet here he was, fixing his mistakes in the only way he knew how. It wasn't much, to be honest. Hardly even a start. This is a slow process, and at least he can say that he's taken a step.
It could all be undone so easily now, but he doesn't push the wolf to look at him. In fact, Winter finds his own eyes drawn to the same patch of ground for a long moment. Most of the conversation flies over his head, though he tips his head just faintly at the way his thanks rush out, how eager he seems to show sincerity. It's a familiar thing, though he had never truly been asked if he was happy. Sated, full, rested. Fit enough. Healthy. Pale eyes narrow slightly. "There are places to sleep, enough food and water. It's not a waste." Winter doesn't look down this time, carefully seated and attention holding strong. It's not the sort of attention that makes notes of his features — wide eyes and liquid gold over black — but instead studies the way that he carries himself.
There's less fear once Winter speaks. Surprise paints itself plainly across Danyla's face, and the lion's own cold facade breaks a little under the warmth. His lip twitches to a near smile, which is perhaps his equivalent of "deeply amused". A little wary still, but the expression is worth it. "Te adiuvāre possum?" he asks softly, the smile still lingering — as close as he'll get to joking, now and probably forever.
i shouldn't be writing right now and also possum oh god
It could all be undone so easily now, but he doesn't push the wolf to look at him. In fact, Winter finds his own eyes drawn to the same patch of ground for a long moment. Most of the conversation flies over his head, though he tips his head just faintly at the way his thanks rush out, how eager he seems to show sincerity. It's a familiar thing, though he had never truly been asked if he was happy. Sated, full, rested. Fit enough. Healthy. Pale eyes narrow slightly. "There are places to sleep, enough food and water. It's not a waste." Winter doesn't look down this time, carefully seated and attention holding strong. It's not the sort of attention that makes notes of his features — wide eyes and liquid gold over black — but instead studies the way that he carries himself.
There's less fear once Winter speaks. Surprise paints itself plainly across Danyla's face, and the lion's own cold facade breaks a little under the warmth. His lip twitches to a near smile, which is perhaps his equivalent of "deeply amused". A little wary still, but the expression is worth it. "Te adiuvāre possum?" he asks softly, the smile still lingering — as close as he'll get to joking, now and probably forever.
i shouldn't be writing right now and also possum oh god
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｢ I KNEW THAT SOMETHING WOULD ALWAYS RULE ME. ｣