11-07-2016, 02:56 PM
He does not pull away, and she seizes the opportunity.
She stays, motionless but for her heartbeat and exerted breathing, holding him as tightly as she can, as though he might be a dream that will vanish if she lets him go. When he does pull away, when he tells her he missed her too, she releases him too, an easy smile on her dark face.
"That is a lie," she says as she presses her muzzle to his jaw in a kiss that she pulls away from just as quickly as she does it. "I know you missed me too." She does not want to test her luck, to push him too far and risk losing whatever it is that she has just gained. Djinni cannot quite put it into words, and she knows that to think on it too long would be to force it into an unnatural shape for her own benefit. She will not do that, not to herself and never to Walter.
He starts to say something and stops, and for a moment she thinks that she has lost him again. These are the steps to the dance they know so well; her pushing, him standing, neither willing to give in.
But then he does, and she feels the tempo changing; with a another soft press of her muzzle to his chin she spirits him away in a cloud of golden sand, and opens her eyes to the very waves that Walter had been thinking of a moment ago. They are alone on the beach, without a soul in sight. Only the chirruping of gulls and lonesome brays of the seals break the constant crashing of the waves against the shore.
"Stay here with me," she says, "We call it Nerine."
She stays, motionless but for her heartbeat and exerted breathing, holding him as tightly as she can, as though he might be a dream that will vanish if she lets him go. When he does pull away, when he tells her he missed her too, she releases him too, an easy smile on her dark face.
"That is a lie," she says as she presses her muzzle to his jaw in a kiss that she pulls away from just as quickly as she does it. "I know you missed me too." She does not want to test her luck, to push him too far and risk losing whatever it is that she has just gained. Djinni cannot quite put it into words, and she knows that to think on it too long would be to force it into an unnatural shape for her own benefit. She will not do that, not to herself and never to Walter.
He starts to say something and stops, and for a moment she thinks that she has lost him again. These are the steps to the dance they know so well; her pushing, him standing, neither willing to give in.
But then he does, and she feels the tempo changing; with a another soft press of her muzzle to his chin she spirits him away in a cloud of golden sand, and opens her eyes to the very waves that Walter had been thinking of a moment ago. They are alone on the beach, without a soul in sight. Only the chirruping of gulls and lonesome brays of the seals break the constant crashing of the waves against the shore.
"Stay here with me," she says, "We call it Nerine."
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster