we scream our very souls free
It’s easy and comfortable, this hushed, private moment - simply two old friends enjoying each other’s company. Even Haunt, who so rarely feels discomfited in the presence of others, recognizes the unique qualities in their friendship. In what has grown between in them in such a short amount of time. The shadow child rather likes it. Even rather hopes this could be forever, in that childish way so many youth are prone to.
The gray fur grows damp beneath Haunt’s exploring tongue, and curiously the child begins to nibble gently with too-sharp teeth, an exploratory grooming. Misfit seems uninclined to protest, leaving Haunt free to his bold and curious touch. Until blunt, new teeth find the delicate tip of one shadowy ear, distracting the creature from it’s idle pursuit.
With a contented little sigh, Haunt shifts against Misfit, curling in close until they are pressed snuggly and warmly together. That pitch-dark nose falls to a gray shoulder, forward to a scrawny, youthful throat. Lipping idly at the whirled fur there, nibbled ear wiggling rather humorously, Haunt settles into the moment quite happily. Content to simply be, to merely exist, pressed against Misfit.
The boy’s words distract the shadowy child however, causing it’s small, dark head to lift, yellow eyes fixing on the blue-tinged boy. A grin stretches dark lips, eyes gleaming rather proudly in the cool shade of the small forest. “You are my favorite Misfit,” Haunt replies instantly, voice a bright trill in the quiet dark. “My only Misfit.”
The child’s features, nearly indiscernible, appear to consider the question posed with all due seriousness. As though their activities for the day are the most important thing in the world. In truth, for two rambunctious children, perhaps it is. Finally, after what amounts to barely more than a few moments contemplation, Haunt suggests, “Let’s go somewhere! Daddy showed me how to go everywhere!”
