[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

What must it be like, not being born a shifter? That piece of news surprises her, though she’s glad that he doesn’t get offended about her comment about his attitude. It would surely be a terrible turn of events to find out he was just as annoying as other stallions, quick to anger and yet without the fire she craved so desperately. The pieces he gives her are interesting, though, and something shifts a little more in her. He already commanded most of her attention and she can feel herself being more drawn in. Her mind is working for something they could try, some way to bridge the gap he feels between lion and stallion, when he speaks again and she catches the intention in his tone. That predatory grin appears once more, so easily coaxed out of her. For a moment she thinks about climbing from the perch upon the boulder but ultimately she decides to wait. “Where indeed. Perhaps if you moved a little closer, you may find one.” She purrs out the words, her voice husky. There's an invitation there and while the words themselves aren't dangerous, perhaps the actions that might follow will be. Vastra cannot bring herself to mind - not when there is a small thrill within her chest as she watches him and the mischievous glint in his eyes becomes mirrored in her own. Danger was part of the fun - after all, and if she was going to help him find himself they would almost certainly need to be closer than this. v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]