06-15-2017, 07:03 PM
She says his name. Twice, his mind whispers to him in a hiss and his gaze is lit still with eagerness to wrap around her. Her dark eyes peer up at him so angelic and it makes his chest flutter, his nostrils twitch anxiously. She shies from him but he does not bend away. He does not lean in either, but instead wistfully casts his teal eyes to the horizon. “Well,” he sighs dramatically but with a smile of humor and wit. “Where’re you from then?” she checks her over carefully and with a lingering eye on each dip of her milky skin. “You were born here, like me, I can see it all over you…” His eyes flit back to the far off distance. “But where within these magical realms have you lived?” There is a genuine curiosity about him now, not all banter and sarcasm, but a real question for her as he remembers all of the places he himself have called home. Now though, now he calls nowhere at all ‘home’. The closest place to a residence would be this very spot, this place along the edges of the River and within its horizontal arch of fertile meadows and elderly little forests. He doesn’t mind that much except for the dullness that is starting to kick in. He’s meant to be surrounded by woman at all times – he swears it. He’s never tried to explain it, couldn’t if he tried, but it’s just reality. A reality he doesn’t mind owning, truly. “Would you walk with me then, Epithet? I was thinking about following the river east to the coast.” he sucks in a deep breath and his eyes close, “I crave the ocean lately.” he hums to himself as he exhales, “Do you enjoy the ocean, Epithet?” c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
@[Epithet]
