Playing the Victim
04-10-2013, 04:14 PM
He could only hope he truly would enjoy Seracia, for Loccian's sake if for no reason reason. If he didn't, he supposed that was a hurdle he would come to face in due time. Perhaps he would find himself comforted by the presence of others, without feeling smothered or held down by them. Perhaps! But that was an issue for the next day. For now, the brute would allow himself to relax, knowing that the more he rested, the sooner he would be fully healed. "Take me there tomorrow," he suggested, and while his words did not come in the form of a demand, they were not questioning either -- she clearly wanted him to join, and he wouldn't lie, he wanted to spend more time with her. But night had begun to fall, and for now he knew they ought to rest. Once again Loccian leaned into him, her face rubbing tenderly against his neck. A low rumble started in his chest, a barely-audible noise that ended abruptly as she pulled away. There was only a short moment of silence, of inactivity, before he shifted to pull his body closer to hers. For all she had done for him, the least he could do was shelter her for the night. That was his excuse for wrapping his body around hers, as though forming a protective barrier between her and the rest of the world. "Good night, Loccian. Thank you again..." he lowered his muzzle to rest on her back, letting his body wrap protectively around hers. His nose would bury itself unabashedly into her coat, drinking in her scent thirstily. If she was uncomfortable, he presumed she would make it known. Slowly the male would fall into a deep slumber, sinking contentedly into unconsciousness. -exit Bronze- |
