01-01-2021, 12:47 PM
She doesn’t mean to hear him, but the way he thinks about his sister is so loud and the thoughts resonate like cracks of thunder across her awareness. She feels hesitant about that, about learning secrets he does not even realize he has shared with her, but it’s impossible to tune everything out. Even when she is not specifically listening, things find her. Truths and fears and secrets, sometimes things that hurt her - like a mental note on her over exuberance and too-loud laughter. It makes her feel guilty that she’s glad he isn’t thinking that. That it is only his private innermost thoughts.
His reaction to her sudden appearance is a study in wonder, and she watches with unguarded curiosity at the way the fin along his neck slashes upwards the moment his eyes find her. It is of course completely unrelatable in that she does not have fins, and also has no fish friends to speak of, but she does find herself wondering if the gesture is not so unlike the way her hackles might raise defensively in this feline form. Maybe they weren’t so different after all. Especially, she decides, in the matching grins they now wear on their faces.
“Yes basically all the time.” She tells him, and her eyes are like twin pieces of shining tiger stone as she smothers some delighted laughter. “I’ve heard it’s good for the heart, keeps you young.” Her long, dark tail curls around her paws as she sits there watching him, completely enchanted with the grin and theatrics of his melancholy tone. “And I bet next time you’ll remember to look up.” She says it as innocently as she can manage, but the light in her warm eyes and the bemused curl of the smile across her delicate lips completely betray her.
She’s about to speak again - a thing she does too well and far too often - when he spills to the ground like a wilted flower and she wonders if maybe she really did hurt his feelings. She feels momentarily unsure, and her brown eyes go wide and round and a shade uncertain, her body easing closing to examine him as she returns to her feet again. “Hey, I’m sorry if I-“ but the apology is interrupted as he sits up again and looks at her, and she has one single second of warning by the sparkle in his eyes before he squirts her straight in the face with a jet of water.
Aureline is stunned. For a moment she just stands there staring blankly back at him, the water dripping from her chin in gentle pitter patters to the ground beside her feet. Then with a growl that is not at all fearsome and claws that are carefully sheathed inside her soft toes, she pounces on him, wiping her wet face on his shoulder. “I made that promise way too soon,” she says staring down at him from comically close, “I am absolutely going to eat you now.”
She doesn’t, of course.
His reaction to her sudden appearance is a study in wonder, and she watches with unguarded curiosity at the way the fin along his neck slashes upwards the moment his eyes find her. It is of course completely unrelatable in that she does not have fins, and also has no fish friends to speak of, but she does find herself wondering if the gesture is not so unlike the way her hackles might raise defensively in this feline form. Maybe they weren’t so different after all. Especially, she decides, in the matching grins they now wear on their faces.
“Yes basically all the time.” She tells him, and her eyes are like twin pieces of shining tiger stone as she smothers some delighted laughter. “I’ve heard it’s good for the heart, keeps you young.” Her long, dark tail curls around her paws as she sits there watching him, completely enchanted with the grin and theatrics of his melancholy tone. “And I bet next time you’ll remember to look up.” She says it as innocently as she can manage, but the light in her warm eyes and the bemused curl of the smile across her delicate lips completely betray her.
She’s about to speak again - a thing she does too well and far too often - when he spills to the ground like a wilted flower and she wonders if maybe she really did hurt his feelings. She feels momentarily unsure, and her brown eyes go wide and round and a shade uncertain, her body easing closing to examine him as she returns to her feet again. “Hey, I’m sorry if I-“ but the apology is interrupted as he sits up again and looks at her, and she has one single second of warning by the sparkle in his eyes before he squirts her straight in the face with a jet of water.
Aureline is stunned. For a moment she just stands there staring blankly back at him, the water dripping from her chin in gentle pitter patters to the ground beside her feet. Then with a growl that is not at all fearsome and claws that are carefully sheathed inside her soft toes, she pounces on him, wiping her wet face on his shoulder. “I made that promise way too soon,” she says staring down at him from comically close, “I am absolutely going to eat you now.”
She doesn’t, of course.
aureline
dear wilderness, be at your best
her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress
@[Marianas] i love him!! sorry for the wait <3