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but now i'm coming home, sochi - Risk - 01-29-2020 risk He moves through the forest as an elk, ink black with that same copper marbling through his fur. His antlers likewise glimmer metallic in the full moon as his long, slow strides weave between ancient trees and over gnarled roots. This form is similar enough to his that it’s easy to maintain. It’s also different enough that he feels comforted to be out of his own skin for a while. The spring nights are chilly and his breath forms thin puffs of white before his lips when he crosses into the meadow. He likes how he towers over the tall grasses here even after their sudden spring growth. Lately, Hyaline has been more and more tempting to return to even if he doesn’t recognize anyone there. Would his reflection in that lake please him or would it revolt him to see what has become of his face? Risk is sure there is an ugly scar across his throat but he hasn’t gathered the nerve to see. Even now, the skin is slick and warped where those teeth found his pulse, hidden beneath shaggy fur. He lifts his head and it tilts at the sight of her. There’s a fury pulsing through her and yet he draws closer anyway. Would she recognize him? She’s a clever hunter, he remembers. Of course she will. And if not, what’s another scar or three? But what to say? He pauses and realizes there are no words gathering at the tip of his tongue as they normally do. Risk swallows hard and bridges the space between them at last, lowering his large head to hers curiously. The changeling does not let his lips meet her coat but he searches her scent for some answer. What he expected, he does not know, but it provides him with no clue as to what she’s been up to. “Sochi,” he begins, still so unsure of himself. “Do you want to talk about it?” Risk wants to laugh at himself for saying things so stupid. Kelynen used to tease him for the way he stumbled through conversations and often spoke too loud. He almost craves that sort of picking and prodding these days. “Or we can just walk for a while. I don’t have any more dying on the agenda, so I’m free.” RE: but now i'm coming home, sochi - sochi - 02-08-2020 SOCHI she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed RE: but now i'm coming home, sochi - Risk - 02-26-2020 risk Risk had nearly drowned in the confusion and the hurt that came with his resurrection. He had picked it all apart a hundred times as though some new clue would help it all make sense and stop the ache. He wonders if he had the same look of rage and hurt in his eyes as Sochi does now but he doesn’t mention any of this aloud. She wouldn’t want him to waste his breath on musings that do nothing to salve her mood. If she sank her teeth into his throat and reopened all those old wounds, he would probably find it in himself to forgive her. But instead she speaks and her words summon a strange laugh from the depths of his chest. Of course he had an inkling that perhaps she would not share her woes with him as easily as he confided in her, but he supposed he should offer anyway. What sort of friend wouldn’t at least ask? If they are friends, that is. He sheds the elk form in favor of his own – the broad black chest with copper lines marbling his torso. For a flickering moment, he keeps the antlers. They make him look rather handsome, he thinks. “No, you don’t strike me that way at all. You like to remain mysterious, and that’s half of why I like you,” he admits with a softer laugh than before. He does not confess the other reasons he enjoys her company. Those are his own secrets to keep tucked away until the end of time. Risk takes the first step on their little journey to who knows where as he considers her words. “Well I’ve got nothing but time, so we’ll see if we can fit a little death into our day,” he offers with a shrug to mimic her own. His smile is warm and sincere, lacking the nerves he usually held around her. He even lets his shoulder bump into hers. Risk is normally frugal with his affections but he finds it easy to be forthcoming when she’s clearly having a dismal time. “I’m thinking of going home to Hyaline. I’ve spent nearly a year wandering, now. You could come too, if you wanted?” He keeps his eyes focused on the path ahead and his expression gives no sign of his emotions behind the offer. RE: but now i'm coming home, sochi - sochi - 03-18-2020 SOCHI she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed |