12-02-2020, 08:33 PM
A singular moment — counted each second trickling through glass container by heart that beats a slow tempo against fine ribs, halted as is breath, held with the gentle brush against curled back. Known this, the simmering embers fading into molten gold, stiff each quill yet conforming as it settled about, a veil handled with care. Thoughtless action drawing them closer, distance crossed until short strands came together, against side gently pressed. Actions repeated, always the same, made miniscule and weightless beneath dense feathers.
Brief the closure of eyes, felt more than heard the words he posed to other, near forgotten the pilfered berry held. Realisation arose when voice broke through, a gentle cadance, exhaustion beneath vernacular Salvia had grown accustomed to. Alike they in this, the smile which swept along his own visage a fragile thing, a mere ghost bearing shaky edges, yet there was a truth there. Unobtainable the pedestal did he place Aurum upon, figure of mythical propositions beyond even the status that made him no mere mortal, her own more simple yet no less was Elsweyr held in regard.
Chin flicked upward at her dismissal of his apology, wrongfully taken but relief was present in quiet hum all the same, disregarded the issue. If she saw issue it may be addressed at a later time, for now he may enjoy this, regarded the berry held as she remarked upon it. With mention of the more undesirable aspects deposited it once more but forth did ears swivel, a display of curiosity. That she listed, attributes linked to varying hue, drawing eye along the pathways paint made along her coat. Attention turned, next regarded. Confusion expressed in slight tilt of his head as looked to the gathered flora, among nestled pale stalks adorned with small buds, the earthen scent discouraging a test.
"Chamomile…" Rolled the letters across tongue, tested the shape as he inspected a particular specimen, pleasantly sweet if only to a slight degree. "I never thought of flowers as being useful." He knew of the herbs, how those few who bore medical knowledge were inclined to their upkeep and use, but the attributes listed seemed contrary to this. Questions bubbling along his lips but were held back as next was addressed, her gentle beckoning answered with a few shuffling steps closer.
Largely uniform this, if varying the size and colour of some by small degrees. Taken her offer this time, odd his diet as a whole though still prioritised meat by necessity the darkly hued berries were tantalising, more so than the ivory snowberries deemed inedible. It seemed tiny against his paw, experimental a tentative lick at the dry skin, uncomfortable it settling between his teeth as it was taken into his mouth. Unexpected the somewhat sour tang, widened the eyes that turned to Elsweyr. He bore no worry over them acting in deadly fashion, full the trust he held for the cheetah, more this experience was new and oddly pleasant, tongue sweeping along his lips as she continued to address Aurum once she had concluded her explanation.
"Is your Goddess from your home, will she really bless us?" Struggle ensued to keep tone neutral, recalled the prior assault upon their captors, a distraction for most part but hope had died with their defeat and subsequent capture of the boy they had hoped to spread their plight. Yet it was no fault of Elsweyr, nor of this crocodilian Goddess she carried forth with her into these lands, his distaste more to the fact it seemed the Goddess did not favour them, possibly unworthy for her worship was not common.
[table][tr][td]Brief the closure of eyes, felt more than heard the words he posed to other, near forgotten the pilfered berry held. Realisation arose when voice broke through, a gentle cadance, exhaustion beneath vernacular Salvia had grown accustomed to. Alike they in this, the smile which swept along his own visage a fragile thing, a mere ghost bearing shaky edges, yet there was a truth there. Unobtainable the pedestal did he place Aurum upon, figure of mythical propositions beyond even the status that made him no mere mortal, her own more simple yet no less was Elsweyr held in regard.
Chin flicked upward at her dismissal of his apology, wrongfully taken but relief was present in quiet hum all the same, disregarded the issue. If she saw issue it may be addressed at a later time, for now he may enjoy this, regarded the berry held as she remarked upon it. With mention of the more undesirable aspects deposited it once more but forth did ears swivel, a display of curiosity. That she listed, attributes linked to varying hue, drawing eye along the pathways paint made along her coat. Attention turned, next regarded. Confusion expressed in slight tilt of his head as looked to the gathered flora, among nestled pale stalks adorned with small buds, the earthen scent discouraging a test.
"Chamomile…" Rolled the letters across tongue, tested the shape as he inspected a particular specimen, pleasantly sweet if only to a slight degree. "I never thought of flowers as being useful." He knew of the herbs, how those few who bore medical knowledge were inclined to their upkeep and use, but the attributes listed seemed contrary to this. Questions bubbling along his lips but were held back as next was addressed, her gentle beckoning answered with a few shuffling steps closer.
Largely uniform this, if varying the size and colour of some by small degrees. Taken her offer this time, odd his diet as a whole though still prioritised meat by necessity the darkly hued berries were tantalising, more so than the ivory snowberries deemed inedible. It seemed tiny against his paw, experimental a tentative lick at the dry skin, uncomfortable it settling between his teeth as it was taken into his mouth. Unexpected the somewhat sour tang, widened the eyes that turned to Elsweyr. He bore no worry over them acting in deadly fashion, full the trust he held for the cheetah, more this experience was new and oddly pleasant, tongue sweeping along his lips as she continued to address Aurum once she had concluded her explanation.
"Is your Goddess from your home, will she really bless us?" Struggle ensued to keep tone neutral, recalled the prior assault upon their captors, a distraction for most part but hope had died with their defeat and subsequent capture of the boy they had hoped to spread their plight. Yet it was no fault of Elsweyr, nor of this crocodilian Goddess she carried forth with her into these lands, his distaste more to the fact it seemed the Goddess did not favour them, possibly unworthy for her worship was not common.
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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had
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