04-12-2021, 02:40 PM
Mazikeen
His laughter brings out the same joy as his touch, the low rumble of it pleasant while he plays with her mane. She’s grinning too, thinking about how the idea of a rematch was one she had abandoned but now… it could be fun. While they can still have fun.
Her champion is the same fish that Mazikeen had warned him about in the lake, and while she is entertained by the idea of a sparring match between Sabal and Gale she’s distracted from remarking on this - pleased to hear he’s not eager to find excuses to be anywhere else than right here with her.
There is a short moment, though, when her anger almost gets the better of her. At him but also this whole awful situation with the curse. She’s mad about how it is his own damn fault they lost any time at all, and about how unfair it is that it's Gale who is cursed. She’s grateful for his attention to her neck and she presses closer to him still. Both to lessen the chance that he’ll see the emotions that flash like lightning across her face and to let his proximity soothe away these prickly thoughts. For the first time, she doesn’t want this anger to take over. She wants to enjoy this moment while it lasts and will not let herself ruin it.
She's had lots of practice shutting out thoughts she does not want to deal with during the eclipse, and letting go of the anger is made easier by each kiss she receives; and how her own muzzle finds his mane where the short hairs there tickle her nose until a blissful smile returns.
“Not this afternoon.” She agrees wholeheartedly.
Her champion is the same fish that Mazikeen had warned him about in the lake, and while she is entertained by the idea of a sparring match between Sabal and Gale she’s distracted from remarking on this - pleased to hear he’s not eager to find excuses to be anywhere else than right here with her.
There is a short moment, though, when her anger almost gets the better of her. At him but also this whole awful situation with the curse. She’s mad about how it is his own damn fault they lost any time at all, and about how unfair it is that it's Gale who is cursed. She’s grateful for his attention to her neck and she presses closer to him still. Both to lessen the chance that he’ll see the emotions that flash like lightning across her face and to let his proximity soothe away these prickly thoughts. For the first time, she doesn’t want this anger to take over. She wants to enjoy this moment while it lasts and will not let herself ruin it.
She's had lots of practice shutting out thoughts she does not want to deal with during the eclipse, and letting go of the anger is made easier by each kiss she receives; and how her own muzzle finds his mane where the short hairs there tickle her nose until a blissful smile returns.
“Not this afternoon.” She agrees wholeheartedly.
@[Gale]