A Strange Type Of Chemistry

N/A · 09-12-2015, 03:06 PM

Bogdan would wait, his breathe held. How he wished that his thoughts alone could form words, that he could make this young woman see that he was not here to hurt her. He would stay completely still, even as her own head came closer to his own. Then he would feel her nose against his own, and he would feel a shiver run down his spine from surprise. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was strange. He wasn’t used to sharing this sort of touch with anyone... But how else could he communicate to the female if she was blind?

The femme offered her apologies, but Bogdan saw that none were truly needed. He was the one who had startled her. If anything, if he could, he’d apologize to her. ‘Please don’t be sorry... Please don’t be sad.’ Bogdan would lift his body off the ground slowly, gently nosing her cheek. He would breathe out softly, attempting to, in his own way, comfort the girl. His front right paw would move over her front left forepaw.

“What happened to you, I wonder? Such a beautiful face... So scarred and hurt. Are you afraid of not being able to see? Are you afraid of others...?” His brow would furrow. ‘If only I could give you one of my eyes... So that you might see again. I’m sorry... Even if you can’t hear my thoughts. I’m sorry.”

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