08-25-2018, 01:21 AM
Vulgaris
The moon is nothing more than a sliver of white in the night sky that offers only a little light to the land below. His moss green eyes watch as navy-black clouds lazily drift over the moon and stars. Vulgaris is restless, tossing and turning in his every attempt at sleep even as the hours creep into a very early morning. An agitated sigh leaves him as he rises from the ground. Tonight will bring him no respite from all the anxious thoughts plaguing him so he might as well return to the river to see what other sleepless creatures have gathered there.
In truth, there is some latent piece of him that is incessantly drawn to Leliana. He does not mean to seek her out again so soon but the night feels so cold without anyone against his side. The serpent boy imagines what she’ll look like when their child grows too large to hide from curious onlookers. Will it have her hopeful eyes? His cheeks burn hot when he thinks of these things and he’s glad no one is speaking to him yet or he might trip over his words. After tucking all these precious questions somewhere deep into the belly of his heart, he lifts his head to examine those around him.
There, in the distance, he sees her dark red mane twisting and curling in the light breeze. His heart flutters for a moment before he steels himself against such frailty.
Vulgaris continues forward, meandering as though his path will not inevitably lead to her unless by chance. He approaches her from behind and feigns surprise at the recognition halfway through passing her by.
“Leliana, are you alone?” he asks as he turns to face her. His lips briefly kiss at the delicate place where her jaw meets her neck before he pulls back. Too eager, he thinks. Too vulnerable. All his softness retreats from his skin and burrows deep beneath his ribs where it knows it is safe. Still, some glimmer of warmth curls the corner of his lips into a grin. Perhaps she cannot see it in the darkness of the night.