04-28-2018, 04:54 AM
He is just as she remembers him. His coat sleek, in contrast to the ruffled navy feathers. His manes tangled and dreaded, all without making him look sloppy or ungroomed. Never did Warrick look like he doesn’t take care of himself, or perhaps that is Tangerine. Amorette has never had the pleasure of meeting the Overseer’s mate, so she honestly couldn’t tell what the couple’s dynamic was like. And neither did she had have the pleasure to find her own other half. It was only a wild guess. Nonetheless, she takes comfort in the fact that he still is Warrick.
She is thankful for the space he gives her, the allowance for her to take her own pace as he waits patiently. Or, that is how he looks, Amore can only guess what is happening underneath the surface. And yet, her guilt makes her flinch as he visibly relaxes. She should have thought of everybody, everything else, before she had put herself first. Selfish.
Amorette cannot hold his gaze when he turns to look across his shoulder. Instead she stares at the ground at his feet, the lump in her throat making it hard to speak. The ebony woman is not sure if the lack of anger is a good thing. Well, it is, but it is less hard to accept his anger than anything else. She does not deserve him, does not deserves this, and yet she longs for it. The shoulder to lean on, the friend she cherishes. But she does not dare to step up into his personal space and claim it, not even when she longs for it.
His question makes her squeeze her eyes shut, and a soft sob escapes past the barrier of her lips. He sees through her, and that shouldn’t have been so much of a surprise. Amorette first answers through a shake of her head, only then forcing herself to look up and meet his navy gaze. “I.. I am not..” she manages to get out, voice thick and full of emotion and tears slowly clouding her vision.
It is enough to break through her hesitance. With a couple of quick steps she finds herself at his side, hoping that he wouldn’t push her away, presses her muzzle against his neck right before his shoulder, and takes a deep breath as the downpour of tears start. Her sobs are quiet, but it does nothing to stop her body from violently shaking from time to time.
@[Warrick] I've missed them <3
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She is thankful for the space he gives her, the allowance for her to take her own pace as he waits patiently. Or, that is how he looks, Amore can only guess what is happening underneath the surface. And yet, her guilt makes her flinch as he visibly relaxes. She should have thought of everybody, everything else, before she had put herself first. Selfish.
Amorette cannot hold his gaze when he turns to look across his shoulder. Instead she stares at the ground at his feet, the lump in her throat making it hard to speak. The ebony woman is not sure if the lack of anger is a good thing. Well, it is, but it is less hard to accept his anger than anything else. She does not deserve him, does not deserves this, and yet she longs for it. The shoulder to lean on, the friend she cherishes. But she does not dare to step up into his personal space and claim it, not even when she longs for it.
His question makes her squeeze her eyes shut, and a soft sob escapes past the barrier of her lips. He sees through her, and that shouldn’t have been so much of a surprise. Amorette first answers through a shake of her head, only then forcing herself to look up and meet his navy gaze. “I.. I am not..” she manages to get out, voice thick and full of emotion and tears slowly clouding her vision.
It is enough to break through her hesitance. With a couple of quick steps she finds herself at his side, hoping that he wouldn’t push her away, presses her muzzle against his neck right before his shoulder, and takes a deep breath as the downpour of tears start. Her sobs are quiet, but it does nothing to stop her body from violently shaking from time to time.
@[Warrick] I've missed them <3
414 words