05-26-2020, 02:34 PM
Mako follows Garett, thinking he is as bright as the overhead flashes of lightning. She matches his sweet sentiment in that she would follow him anywhere. It's for a different reason (where the plant manipulator will always lead her somewhere safe, the scaled woman will always give a push he needs), but a reason that twines its hand seamlessly into his.
Mako melds so effortlessly into Garett's step that her heart forgets to race. When she sneaks glances at his green eyes, the smile on her mouth is calm and sweet. Every few moments, she loses herself in their easy rhythm, one hip swaying out of sync to lightly brush against Garett's. His fur is soft against her hardened skin - her mind wanders to what it might feel like to feel him pressed tightly to her side.
Mako, she whispers harshly in her head, heat rising to her face. She nearly stumbles.
They stop, and the scaled woman is so in awe of their mossy little nest that at first, she does not say anything at all. It's quiet as her pastel eyes trace over the soil, the leaves, the bark, and the trees. Damp earth and Garett's scent fill her nostrils, leave her feeling heady.
"It's perfect," she says with a grin, taking her gaze from their environment and back to Garett's. Mako stutters there, locked in his eyes, so terribly uncertain of what to do or say next. "Um," she starts, dipping her head shyly. She digs a single uncomfortable hoof into the moist, leaf-lined ground.
"Thank you for finding here," Mako finally blurts, once again feeling blush in her cheeks as her eyes remain trained on the ground. "I don't want to go home," she adds slowly. "This storm feels more like home to me than my actual home." Mako isn't sure why she says it, as quiet and as meek as she feels.
It's in that little bubble of sadness that she decides to step closer to Garett, just enough for their sides to barely touch.
"Where do you call home, Garett?"
Mako melds so effortlessly into Garett's step that her heart forgets to race. When she sneaks glances at his green eyes, the smile on her mouth is calm and sweet. Every few moments, she loses herself in their easy rhythm, one hip swaying out of sync to lightly brush against Garett's. His fur is soft against her hardened skin - her mind wanders to what it might feel like to feel him pressed tightly to her side.
Mako, she whispers harshly in her head, heat rising to her face. She nearly stumbles.
They stop, and the scaled woman is so in awe of their mossy little nest that at first, she does not say anything at all. It's quiet as her pastel eyes trace over the soil, the leaves, the bark, and the trees. Damp earth and Garett's scent fill her nostrils, leave her feeling heady.
"It's perfect," she says with a grin, taking her gaze from their environment and back to Garett's. Mako stutters there, locked in his eyes, so terribly uncertain of what to do or say next. "Um," she starts, dipping her head shyly. She digs a single uncomfortable hoof into the moist, leaf-lined ground.
"Thank you for finding here," Mako finally blurts, once again feeling blush in her cheeks as her eyes remain trained on the ground. "I don't want to go home," she adds slowly. "This storm feels more like home to me than my actual home." Mako isn't sure why she says it, as quiet and as meek as she feels.
It's in that little bubble of sadness that she decides to step closer to Garett, just enough for their sides to barely touch.
"Where do you call home, Garett?"
@[Garett]