you're getting to me (breckin)

[Chemdog]

 He recognizes her speckled little body right away and it brings a familiar grin upon his black lips. He just looks at her from his spot in the water that rushes around his ankles. She speaks first and when she does a throaty laugh booms, his head tilting back as he chuckles. “I am sure I do.” He turns and gets out of the water, moving just onto the shore, still a polite distance from her (he cannot reach her if he stretched to do so). “You, however,” He exhales softly and extends his nose in gesture, as if he might try and touch her even at her distance, “Are just as exquisite with sharpened edges.” His head coils back into place, one of his glistening teal eyes exposed to watch her and the other hidden by a veil of thick black forelock.


“How have you been, Breckin?” His head lowers as if he’s  submissive company, “Time has been kind to you, I see.” He takes a few steps toward her, but keeps himself at a ‘safe’ distance still; leaning against the imaginary barrier that keeps him at bay.

The air is eerily quiet, after the deer’s departure it seems to have no activity aside from the speckled mare and ghost-faced stallion. Not even a breeze is filtering through now, or a creature stirring. Only the ambient trickle of cold river-water peacefully running its course.

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall

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@[Breckin]