queen of hearts ;; delilah

[cavalrychoir]

[align=center][div style="border-width:0px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 140%;word-spacing:-1px;"]The wildcat didn't move as she looked at him a bit longer, head slightly tilted to the side. Dark red eyes then slowly shifted to the side to look elsewhere when she drew closer to him, his tail tip twitching nervously at the closing distance between them. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until she chirped up once more, agreeing with his offer to aid her in herb gathering. Asking someone out was nerve-wracking as he forced his body not to tremble from anticipation. Or fear or whatever emotion he was feeling right now. It wasn't anything bad, that much was certain but it did leave him feeling weak. He wasn't sure why that was but he'll think about it on a later date. Inhaling slowly, he pushed all intrusive and worrisome thoughts to the side and focused on the femme in front of him. What did she mean as long as he was okay? She needed to be more concerned about herself in situations like this. He really shouldn't be this overjoyed from her showing concerns for his well-being. "I do not mind at all," he started with a shake of his head. Of course he wouldn't mind. Why would he mind something like that? He relishes in any moment he can spend time with her. "Take as much time as you need." He added, impressed at her ability to metalbend. He himself didn't have any special powers, at least, none at the moment. He wasn't sure what kind of abilities he'd have... Not that he was sure he had an option of choosing them. Maybe something with fire? No, no... Fire was destructive and feared by most. He didn't want a power that made others scared of him. The thought was enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Oh?" He rumbled in response to her progression in regards to her metal manipulation. "I would have never guessed." He continued, referring to how effortless she makes it look.

Dark luminaries watched curiously as she walked towards him when she finished fitting the prosthetic to her missing limb. Although he will forever regret not protecting her from the trap that cost her the limb, he does think she looks cool with it. More tweaking needed to be done in order for it to perfectly fit her, but he thought she looked pretty badass. This realization caused his heart to pound wildly in his chest, though his exterior remained calm and collected. At least, it was until he felt her brush against him, a long and wonderfully fluffy tail sliding under his chin. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from purring as sharp claws dug into the floor to prevent his body from hypnotically following after her. Staying still, he watched as the satchel magically lifted and followed her out of the den. Only when she left the den did he lift both his paws and put them on his face, a soft groan leaving his mouth as he struggled to keep himself together. What the fuck was that?! There were several emotions stirring up within him, none of which he could explain. When that happens, the demon decides to ignore them and this situation was no different. Shoving them to the back of his mind, he followed after the medic, his once soft stare now hardened upon entering the public eye. Abruptly, his appearance was the last thing on his mind when Delilah's voice reached his ears once more. As much as he wanted to stop and appreciate her calling him her Knight in Shining Armour, the demon felt his heart lurch when she tripped over a tree root sticking out of the ground. The large feline quickly found himself at her side, brows furrowed in concern. Ren opened his mouth to ask if she was alright, but stopped momentarily when something else caught his eye. Right on her stomach was a familiar symbol... Annoyingly familiar. He's seen it before - it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't seem to remember it. He found himself lost in thought for a second before movement brought him back to reality. Right, Delilah had fallen. "Are you alright?" He asked, taking a hold of her scruff and picking her up before placing her back down on her paws. When she was situated, Ren applied a bit of pressure to the root to move it ever so slightly away from the prosthetic leg to give himself more room to pull it out. Once it was freed from the root, he handed it to her. "Here. Please be more careful." He murmured, whiskers twitching with amusement now that he knew she wasn't hurt.

Once she took back the metal leg and fitted it to her limb once more, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "U-um... I did not know you had a tattoo." He meowed, pointing to his stomach to show the location of where it was on her own body. He's definitely seen it before but he doesn't know where. A dream, maybe? Or he saw it in a book once. Either way, the mystery was killing him.