04-24-2019, 07:55 PM
Cosmos
The irritated nereid begins to lessen the distance between the two. Cosmos thinks she is so beautiful, the way the water wraps such blue arms around her. She is truly a creature belonging to ebb and flow, glimmering and violet beneath the river’s surface.
Instead of taking a concerned step back like most would do in the face of such agitation, the faux-kraken remains steadfast in her tread. Her dual-colored eyes are as calm as the eyes of one who just awoke from a beautiful dream. Cos wishes for the ability to understand, to crawl inside the nereid’s brain and comb through every passing thought - every memory that led her to his moment. For a moment, she realizes how strange she is: how she never feels fear, or anger - how sometimes in the dead of night she feels entirely numb, how she cannot make a personal connection.
Introspection and rambling come to the pink woman far too easily: she is consumed for too long and nearly misses Eva’s rebuttal. She blinks in surprise, a lapse of the calm face typically keeps.
“I think you’ve got the wrong kraken,” she murmurs, gentle mirth crinkling the edges of her gaze. A frown quickly steals that laughter. Cosmos thinks it might have been Yidhra who attacked this mare. Is that really what she is spending her time doing? Abandoning beloved Pangea to attack innocent passerby?
“I’m sorry you were attacked,” is her soft afterthought as she forces puzzle pieces together that do not necessarily belong. The tentacles across her face squeeze tighter just as the ones around her body wrap around her barrel. “Perhaps I can make up for it - some kind of favor?”
Instead of taking a concerned step back like most would do in the face of such agitation, the faux-kraken remains steadfast in her tread. Her dual-colored eyes are as calm as the eyes of one who just awoke from a beautiful dream. Cos wishes for the ability to understand, to crawl inside the nereid’s brain and comb through every passing thought - every memory that led her to his moment. For a moment, she realizes how strange she is: how she never feels fear, or anger - how sometimes in the dead of night she feels entirely numb, how she cannot make a personal connection.
Introspection and rambling come to the pink woman far too easily: she is consumed for too long and nearly misses Eva’s rebuttal. She blinks in surprise, a lapse of the calm face typically keeps.
“I think you’ve got the wrong kraken,” she murmurs, gentle mirth crinkling the edges of her gaze. A frown quickly steals that laughter. Cosmos thinks it might have been Yidhra who attacked this mare. Is that really what she is spending her time doing? Abandoning beloved Pangea to attack innocent passerby?
“I’m sorry you were attacked,” is her soft afterthought as she forces puzzle pieces together that do not necessarily belong. The tentacles across her face squeeze tighter just as the ones around her body wrap around her barrel. “Perhaps I can make up for it - some kind of favor?”
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@[Eva]