06-29-2017, 12:56 PM
Sleep little darling, do not cry...
She laughs, a singsong noise, and shakes her head. Everyone has short comings, he says. He is not wrong, but Jah-Lilah is selfish, and she knows it. She owns it wholly. "Yes, but mine are only for my benefit. I like to get high, I like to make love, I can't be still. What kind of life is that to share with anyone, let alone a baby? No, I don't think I'm ready for all that."
She lips gently at a twitching ear of his, then turns opposite of him. She circles twice like a dog, then settles down behind him. Her warm little body is pressed against his, and she rests her head on his hip. She continues grooming him, teeth making little marks in his coat, dust flying off as she takes her job with an uncharacteristic seriousness. She blurts out her next question brashly, my poor girl has no shame.
"Why have you not taken a mate, Stands-Like-A-Stone? I'm a vagabond, a free-lover, my circumstances don't allow me to...commit." She hesitates as she finds the words, but continues cleaning, speaking absently.
...And I will sing a lullaby.
She laughs, a singsong noise, and shakes her head. Everyone has short comings, he says. He is not wrong, but Jah-Lilah is selfish, and she knows it. She owns it wholly. "Yes, but mine are only for my benefit. I like to get high, I like to make love, I can't be still. What kind of life is that to share with anyone, let alone a baby? No, I don't think I'm ready for all that."
She lips gently at a twitching ear of his, then turns opposite of him. She circles twice like a dog, then settles down behind him. Her warm little body is pressed against his, and she rests her head on his hip. She continues grooming him, teeth making little marks in his coat, dust flying off as she takes her job with an uncharacteristic seriousness. She blurts out her next question brashly, my poor girl has no shame.
"Why have you not taken a mate, Stands-Like-A-Stone? I'm a vagabond, a free-lover, my circumstances don't allow me to...commit." She hesitates as she finds the words, but continues cleaning, speaking absently.
...And I will sing a lullaby.
someday, we will foresee obstacles