His teal eyes follow her while she emerges from the river, his slowly spinning with the sound of water trickling off of her. He got no memory of her name, or of her body, the wings, the eyes - the curves of her painted skin rolling over her finely built skeleton. His skin twitches as if a fly has landed, there are no flies, but something stirs in him, prickles his skin. A grin forms across the blackness of his lips, amusement flickers in his bright eyes as they drift from her to the shadows and back again. While she speaks he listens, humming a receptive sound with a nod and letting a pause fall between them.
“The Lake.” He says this low with traces of affection threaded through, closing his eyes with a deep breath and flitting them open to flicker over the shadows in the distance. “Is Amet still ruling?” He’s almost sure he is not, but her answer might give away the stallion’s fate; Chem had always liked him.
His tail splashes from side to side, again reining in an urge to reach out and brush his lip against the warmth (or chilliness, really) of her wet shoulder. It must only be a matter of time now, before he gives in to temptation.
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@[Solace]
i suck
