boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.
Before he slipped into slumber, Litotes wondered if Kagerus would make an appearance in his dreams. There has been a long stretch of no contact, though he does not particularly expect any contact from his queens.
Yet, it is within the confines of his current dream that a queen finally arrives. Her touch is familiar from one other time, so his consciousness does not reject her (though in a few moments, he will have a mind to do just that). She drifts in as an equine - anger hot in her eyes and tone of her voice. Still, the lion does not flinch, merely watches her pointed approach with the same coy indifference every encounter has been bestowed.
Perhaps he would have been more receptive if she were not so unnecessarily heated from the beginning. Alas, that is just not the case, and the walls he has built remain as icy as ever even with the queen’s fire breathing approach.
The leopard she has transformed into mimics the one he met briefly in a field on a hot summer day. The tilt of his head presents mocking curiosity - what does that mean? Ridiculing his shifter’s form? An attempt to intimidate when there is absolutely no need to do so? No matter, the lion does not rise to the unneeded hostility; instead, he allows a close-lipped half-smile to curl his mouth. If that is how she wishes to play this - then by all means, contradict the peace-keeping she claims she holds so dear to her heart.
She would have no idea of how she pushes him away, right? No, he has kept those thoughts to himself, kept his unrest away from the East.
Litotes is beginning to think his leader secretly loves the upset, is dying to release her repressed anger on someone. He knows the feeling all too well.
Her words do not anger him, or really insult him. In fact, the shifter thinks he may be seeing things much more clearly now that he has spent time away from the queens. His half-hearted smile turns into a full one, matching Kagerus’ canines with much larger ones. Before he offers the reply that rests so tantalizingly on the tip of his tongue, he pauses to watch the irritated slap of the leopard’s tail. It shivers and jives, seemingly to further insult the Primarch. Slowly, he returns his calm golden eyes to Kagerus’ daring ones, wrapping his tail around the paws he has placed before him in a sit.
There is no need to threaten, after all. Kagerus is not menacing despite her misplaced anger; and they are allies, despite her clear amnesia of the fact. Better to not tower over her now, he thinks sardonically to himself.
Litotes laughs to himself. “Incompetence, Kagerus? You’ll need to try a lot harder if you wish to insult me - or, worse, put me in my place.”
He ignores all else - offers no intel - does not care to. “What does the East need?” He is curious, after all, and not particularly keen to listen to a queen so ready to bite.
and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?
@[Kagerus]
