Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
Oh no. Oh no no no. I seem to have scared him somehow. I am not a frightening woman. Really, not even a little. I am gentle and kind, a benevolent overseer. Sure, I have that third eye. I can see more than most, but it's nothing terrifying. Truly.
Unfortunately, he does not seem to think so. The way that he shrinks from me gives me pause. He almost looks as though he might flip over backwards (for a moment, the thought of such an occurrence makes my lips twitch, but I quickly control it. It simply would not do for me to dissolve into laughter, especially at his expense. Not to mention cruel, and as I may have already mentioned, I am not cruel).
Instead I release a soft, breathy sigh, my smile expanding upon my lips. I sidle just a bit closer, ducking my head so I can glance at him through my lashes in a more demure manner.
“Over there?” I ask, gaze flicking briefly around, as though I might find where ‘over there’ meant. “In the... grass? I mean, that seems a bit… exposed, doesn't it? Is there someone that, er, stays with you?”
Surely I must have been mistaken.
Giohde
Ahahaha, I have no clue what this is :|