who cares if hell awaits? Romek

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. When Romek slips away from their embrace, he seems to fumble, moving away from her. She can feel the air being pulled from her lungs as though he is breathing life into her through his very scent, his skin. Blue eyes are watching, confused and wet with surprise but she says nothing. His goodbye is not truly a goodbye but a to be continued. She can still smell him in her hair after he is long gone from her sight. ----------------------------- His voice reaches her long before his scent. Lobes move atop the golden crown of the delicate woman. At first she feels as though she is hearing things, an echo, a daydream, but no...there he is! Romek is on the horizon and looking for HER. Mari almost does a little squeal but bite sit back as she attempts to proverbially smooth herself and act like a lady but each little step is making her hop and pop like popcorn on the kettle. When she is closer (and thinking he may have not seen her before) she settles into a waltz-y sashay. "Hi Rom." Mari attempts to wrestle the smile from her lips but fails and it bloom brightly across the honey of her muzzle. She fights the craving, urge, passionate feeling to give him a proper greeting--a hug (after all, she seemed to have frightened him away when she touched him last time  ) so she notes this and keeps a little space. If he wanted something more than to be associates or friends...well Mari, would have to make the room for him to do so. She didn't want to potentially mess things up again with the handsome stallion. M A R I B E  L