01-20-2019, 03:58 PM
Her tongue does not touch upon a flower’s delicate and intoxicating scent, but a scent most intoxicating all the same - his. She would never kick him as he glides up from behind her, his nose to her hip in greeting. His touch - so simple! - makes all six of her legs quiver from things remembered, like all his small but meaningful kindnesses.
Ivar has never once treated her as the freak she thinks she is. He has always maintained an aura of decorum that comes off as kingly and kind. That could be his kelpie-powers at work that she has no knowledge of but she accepts it for what it is - kindness, rather than pity. It is why her proboscis tucks itself back in her mouth to make way for a smile full of familiarity and happiness.
She rubs the side of her face against his scaled knee, smelling sea-salt and strangeness upon his skin. Ichor cannot place the strangeness, but then… he has always been so otherworldly and beautiful to her. Her antennae bob and nod, especially as he talks of flowers and some place that she guesses to be a name. It does not surprise her that he’s laid claim to another land, but it does ignite a dangerous spark of curiosity within her.
If she had but one weakness besides being drawn to light, - it was him. Also, hibiscus. Ichor could have swooned at the exaggeration of size but that mere name of such a delicious bloom is like an enchantment easily laid upon her. Her compound eyes find his face and put it together until the scaled brilliance of him - blue and gold now, like oceans and treasure instead of the familiar obsidian and pearl he used to be - dazzles her like it always does.
“Ischia?” she asks him, hopeful and way too trusting.
@[Ivar] mwah! love them and hope i remembered his original color right lol