11-12-2020, 04:15 AM
Haphazard after-image seared upon the inner surface of lid, pronounced yet supposedly intangible simply for the fact he seemed the scribble a child might produce with clashing tones given life — rather simply put he had proven, time and time again, incapable of looking at Quasar for long. Minor the issue this presented in prior interaction, few and as far between as they had been, yet his presence populated more days and so accustomed must Foam grow. Almost fixated seemed the child as regarded the other with squinted vision, looked upon in a light steadily brightening.
Numerous the times gifted title had been voiced, lacklustre response or, within more numerous occasions, confusion towards it. Slight the manner smile tugged at mouth, curled edges as attention shifted away. Softened his once largely negative thoughts towards the other, proven not a usurper of affection that may equally be shared, though no further action was made to extend a bridge.
Broken and expanded their loose formation, quiet the sound he voiced in wordless greeting. The urge to once more claim a place atop broad back arose, throne befitting a child with head overly filled with notions of grandeur he may not yet live up to, aside cast as Vaas spoke. Lost the tone, as was his actions of separating yet seemingly drawn to Rhine through placement of his body, the words all Foam found himself caught on. It did come across as an odd occurrence, in times past Rhine had proposed more informal sessions, and had even set about creating a hunting ground of controlled prey, yet such were lessons to be continued later and were known by the older population. This was more general, an introduction to the finer workings.
Interrupted his thoughts as he shifted beneath removal, about drawn limbs that drew him close, unconscious the manner nose pressed into the fur of his chest. Ears flicked as he was addressed, a quiet murmur felt more than heard, back drawing slightly as the words sunk in. The question of what he retained was one often brought up, it did seem he grew more practiced with such as the days wore on and thus he acquired skills befitting his age, the informal approach to teaching him to speak one that hindered. Yet no other way would he allow, picked up what he needed and disregarded what was not, a set up rather bad for it was at his own whim they were chosen to fit one or the other.
With the beginning of the lesson proper the thought to settle beside Rhine rose, it would make it easier for him if nothing else, brushed aside as quickly as it arose. Warm was his place here, pressed close with rust hued coat tickling at his nose, and so cheek pressed to Rhine's chest and he listened quietly. As his first parts wound to a close his chin tilted up, meek for once. "What me." He knew he was deemed a kit, the terminology was lost on him in part for he knew himself as a kitten prior to the introduction of proper title, though not if it entailed anything akin to that Vaas and Quasar may handle.
[table][tr][td]Numerous the times gifted title had been voiced, lacklustre response or, within more numerous occasions, confusion towards it. Slight the manner smile tugged at mouth, curled edges as attention shifted away. Softened his once largely negative thoughts towards the other, proven not a usurper of affection that may equally be shared, though no further action was made to extend a bridge.
Broken and expanded their loose formation, quiet the sound he voiced in wordless greeting. The urge to once more claim a place atop broad back arose, throne befitting a child with head overly filled with notions of grandeur he may not yet live up to, aside cast as Vaas spoke. Lost the tone, as was his actions of separating yet seemingly drawn to Rhine through placement of his body, the words all Foam found himself caught on. It did come across as an odd occurrence, in times past Rhine had proposed more informal sessions, and had even set about creating a hunting ground of controlled prey, yet such were lessons to be continued later and were known by the older population. This was more general, an introduction to the finer workings.
Interrupted his thoughts as he shifted beneath removal, about drawn limbs that drew him close, unconscious the manner nose pressed into the fur of his chest. Ears flicked as he was addressed, a quiet murmur felt more than heard, back drawing slightly as the words sunk in. The question of what he retained was one often brought up, it did seem he grew more practiced with such as the days wore on and thus he acquired skills befitting his age, the informal approach to teaching him to speak one that hindered. Yet no other way would he allow, picked up what he needed and disregarded what was not, a set up rather bad for it was at his own whim they were chosen to fit one or the other.
With the beginning of the lesson proper the thought to settle beside Rhine rose, it would make it easier for him if nothing else, brushed aside as quickly as it arose. Warm was his place here, pressed close with rust hued coat tickling at his nose, and so cheek pressed to Rhine's chest and he listened quietly. As his first parts wound to a close his chin tilted up, meek for once. "What me." He knew he was deemed a kit, the terminology was lost on him in part for he knew himself as a kitten prior to the introduction of proper title, though not if it entailed anything akin to that Vaas and Quasar may handle.
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I think I’m not quite ready to let you circle the drain. all the things we’ve broken can be puzzled together again, all your sums and your pieces are enough to clean up all the messes you’ve made
code by Wisker