11-27-2018, 10:52 PM
In full admittance to herself, that had not been the question she had been anticipating. Making no attempt to conceal her surprise, her pale brows furrow inquisitively as her head tilts thoughtfully. She frowns, watching in silent appraisal of his expressionless stare. Apathetic, near emotionless creature in a handsome shell. He had managed to remain near a mystery to her, even if she understood that his apparent cold, uninviting demeanor had the opposite effect on her. It warmed her, piqued her interest, made her want to step closer, prod further, ask questions, want more.
But more of what?
There was no good answer.
Frustrating and confusing and tiring is what this was. His presence made her feel weak, susceptible and she did not appreciate the feeling of vulnerability, of her curious nature being preyed upon. That’s all this was, she realized, the age old game of predator and prey.
”No.” A simple answer for a simple question. I doubt you honestly care.. She couldn’t help the skepticism that etched the lines of her face, or the curiosity that forced her to voice her next question. ”Are you capable of love, sea monster?”
But just like he might not care if love was no longer bothering her, she didn’t honestly care if he was capable or not. He probably wasn’t. Had she been younger and more naive, she might have cared enough to try to convince him otherwise. In the present, however, there was no time for her to care or attempt to intervene. She had daughters to worry about now, a lover fighting for control of Icicle Isle, a plague to fend off, and a kingdom to watch over. There was no time to worry for the sake of wayward Kelpies she barely knew.
So she doesn’t wait for an answer. “I ought to be polite and ask what you have been up to since I saw you last, but I haven’t entirely convinced myself that I’d like to know the answer.”
@[Ivar] wow this is such crap compared to my earlier replies in the thread.
But more of what?
There was no good answer.
Frustrating and confusing and tiring is what this was. His presence made her feel weak, susceptible and she did not appreciate the feeling of vulnerability, of her curious nature being preyed upon. That’s all this was, she realized, the age old game of predator and prey.
”No.” A simple answer for a simple question. I doubt you honestly care.. She couldn’t help the skepticism that etched the lines of her face, or the curiosity that forced her to voice her next question. ”Are you capable of love, sea monster?”
But just like he might not care if love was no longer bothering her, she didn’t honestly care if he was capable or not. He probably wasn’t. Had she been younger and more naive, she might have cared enough to try to convince him otherwise. In the present, however, there was no time for her to care or attempt to intervene. She had daughters to worry about now, a lover fighting for control of Icicle Isle, a plague to fend off, and a kingdom to watch over. There was no time to worry for the sake of wayward Kelpies she barely knew.
So she doesn’t wait for an answer. “I ought to be polite and ask what you have been up to since I saw you last, but I haven’t entirely convinced myself that I’d like to know the answer.”
@[Ivar] wow this is such crap compared to my earlier replies in the thread.