she's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
try her boy but she'll still do what she please
There is a wordless exchange in the moments they have stared at one another, a deeper pool of emotions created when they spoke… and Aysel feels the low heat on her skin of Tephra and it’s humid air. She rolls her shoulders back and relaxes, she eases herself in his presence and there is peace: peace and an appreciation she cannot express.
His skin is comfortable each time she touches it, and though she expresses an appeal in his scars… there just aren’t words for how deeply she truly finds herself drawn to them: and there in his shadow she recognizes a slow pulse and verve, a pull and inertia that brings them closer.
For Aysel she can only smile, tease and roll her eyes playfully- only flick an ear back before stretching her legs. Its the latter of his exchange she focuses on, the slow smile drawn across her lips and an almost depthless empathy in her eyes. “Magnus,” she states with a sort of calm and controlled purr- a tenderness that grows suddenly.
“You can’t bury everything, pushing it down and shoving it away only keeps it all compressed and waiting to pop. Patience can help; but no matter what, you will inevitably have to it out.” she swallows the lump in her throat, and sighs beneath a whisper. “But I understand what its like to hide things, to restrain the anger: to keep that part pushed down. So I know why we do it.”
For a moment she turns, steps just to the side and allowed the spattered red body to slide halfway into the foliage before turning and peering at him through the leaves and brush: through shadows of the canopy. “Come with me, lets take a walk- we can deal with what we’re hiding later: for now? Lets just take some time to ourselves.”
She gestures, Aysel’s tail swaying and and snapping as she motions towards the reaches of the forest.
