04-22-2022, 10:26 PM
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snownose takes a long time to reply, and bane can not help but wonder what is going through their head. what thoughts are bouncing around; what to say weighed upon each hand. (part of him hopes that snow will say something sharp and full of retort, though he knows them better than that. he knows that it will not happen, and he is not too sure of why he wishes it in the first place; perhaps to 'strengthen' them, or perhaps just to see if snow were capable of such actions. not that he would care; bane would let any harsh words slip off his back like water on a duck. it is merely a morbidly curious thought that worms its way into his brain.) though, when his partner finally speaks, it is none the line: poetic and full of love. "how do they do it?" he cannot help but wonder. how is it that snownose can remain so levelheaded and firm in their decisions, as though there was nothing to it. truth be told, it almost pisses him off. they are lucky that bane was filled with such affection for them... somewhere in there.
"hush now, your words are near to make me retch." sickeningly sweet and romantic. bah! though even dragonsbane cannot help but scoff good-heartedly at it all. "if i am your world, than i must question the standards in which you have set for yourself." (it is not too far fetched: such strong feelings for a dog who cannot even bathe was enough to make anybody wonder if there was brain or thistle nestled up there.) he does not shy away from snow's touch, allowing his chin to rest against their nose (just barely does he sink into the touch, relaxing his weight just gently upon them). it comes as no shock that snow finds opposition in his train of thought; it was to be expected. thus followed by the chimes of them practically begging for a kiss. it is foolish to think that bane would oblige such requests. he accepts the nuzzles and the subtle touch, surely that is meaning enough, right? to this he shakes his head, remaining silent on the matter (he does not want to outwardly say no, nor does he have any desire to perform the action. it leaves him in a stalemate that he wished did not exist. sometimes trying not to be an asshole was harder than it was to speak his mind. perhaps in time he will grant snow the kiss they so desperately crave.) "such stubbornness does not falter so easily. think as you may, it be only of your loss. only you can protect yourself; singing songs and making merry does not spin the world round, nor does it protect you from those deaf to reason."
"now i beg you dearest to close your mouth and steady your tongue. do not speak." he turns his head to look down upon snownose, coming to a conclusion in his thoughts. he is not sure how comfortable he is this decision, but it is the least that he owes a friend. "i beseech you listen: when the time is right, i shall speak. that time is not now. speak of it again, mutt, and you will be hosting a lavish outing for one." that time may be a week from now. it may be years from now. for all that he knows, the moment may never be right before one of them be whisked away. these conditions he does not bring up to snownose, lest they complain about it being slight of hand. he knows snow can pick up on what he is feeling, just as bane can do so with them. sometimes this knowledge all but drives him up a cliff; his problems are his own to handle, and his thoughts intended to remain personal. but when snow comes running, all that it means is that they care... for that bane is grateful. though.... in his own times and in his own way perhaps. "comprendre?" his voice humored, yet dry. almost mocking.
"hush now, your words are near to make me retch." sickeningly sweet and romantic. bah! though even dragonsbane cannot help but scoff good-heartedly at it all. "if i am your world, than i must question the standards in which you have set for yourself." (it is not too far fetched: such strong feelings for a dog who cannot even bathe was enough to make anybody wonder if there was brain or thistle nestled up there.) he does not shy away from snow's touch, allowing his chin to rest against their nose (just barely does he sink into the touch, relaxing his weight just gently upon them). it comes as no shock that snow finds opposition in his train of thought; it was to be expected. thus followed by the chimes of them practically begging for a kiss. it is foolish to think that bane would oblige such requests. he accepts the nuzzles and the subtle touch, surely that is meaning enough, right? to this he shakes his head, remaining silent on the matter (he does not want to outwardly say no, nor does he have any desire to perform the action. it leaves him in a stalemate that he wished did not exist. sometimes trying not to be an asshole was harder than it was to speak his mind. perhaps in time he will grant snow the kiss they so desperately crave.) "such stubbornness does not falter so easily. think as you may, it be only of your loss. only you can protect yourself; singing songs and making merry does not spin the world round, nor does it protect you from those deaf to reason."
"now i beg you dearest to close your mouth and steady your tongue. do not speak." he turns his head to look down upon snownose, coming to a conclusion in his thoughts. he is not sure how comfortable he is this decision, but it is the least that he owes a friend. "i beseech you listen: when the time is right, i shall speak. that time is not now. speak of it again, mutt, and you will be hosting a lavish outing for one." that time may be a week from now. it may be years from now. for all that he knows, the moment may never be right before one of them be whisked away. these conditions he does not bring up to snownose, lest they complain about it being slight of hand. he knows snow can pick up on what he is feeling, just as bane can do so with them. sometimes this knowledge all but drives him up a cliff; his problems are his own to handle, and his thoughts intended to remain personal. but when snow comes running, all that it means is that they care... for that bane is grateful. though.... in his own times and in his own way perhaps. "comprendre?" his voice humored, yet dry. almost mocking.
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