-Diorae-
There is no way for her to answer him, except for submitting. Till a point her eyes can tell how she feels, but she cannot tell him what happened word for word. Marigold does the one things she can do: submit. Her body relaxes further, even with the fresh crisp of the water that runs down her coat. All because it’s his hot touch that brings the water to her skin.
Longclaw’s touch leaves a pleasant feeling wherever he touches. A light tingling, burning just under her skin. It has her pressing herself into him, wherever and whenever he touches her. He might not allow her to touch him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t lean into his touch.
She’s so focussed on his touch, than when it disappears, Marigold has to lift her head and sidestep to keep her balance. Confusion swirls in her eyes as she looks up, searching his gaze. What she sees makes her shudder and a soft gasps escapes past the barrier of her lips. It’s gone just as quick, making her wonder what she saw. Longclaw doesn’t give her any time to think about it either, as his attention focusses on the one thing she’s most ashamed of. Her bob.
It’s impossible for her to not tense because of it. Her head drops towards the surface of the water again, in defeat, but also willing that she could just disappear. She was a disgrace to him. Maybe now her time was up. The lioness inside her roars, disagreeing. She’d killed for him, and thus there was no way Marigold was to leave now.
The ‘huh’ lied on her lips. He calls her out of her thoughts, pulls her back to him. She doesn’t know what he asks of her, what he means or what it meant to be transformed? All that had changed was that her mind was chaos, that she longed for him and that she no longer had a beautiful blonde tail. As if to say that exactly, Marigold sways the little that was left of her tail, nothing more than a pathetic bob.
Her hazel eyes show her confusion too and her gaze searches his for answers. To be able to look at him she has to bend her neck. No. She wasn’t transformed. Or at least not that she knew. In truth, the lioness has always been a part of her, it simply had been Carnage who had brought it out of hiding.
Yet, that’s something she still has to discover. Marigold isn’t able to give Longclaw anything. And while wanting to submit and give her all to him, she’s afraid of not being good enough. Oh, how desperate she is to tell him what she had done for him, how big his part had been in her trails. She can’t. So she presses back against him, not to make him move out of their formation, but as to show her commitment, her determination. She simply would be lost without him.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.