A Strange Type Of Chemistry
09-19-2015, 07:47 PM
Bogdan would listen to her gentle voice, her sweet song. Annette. She seemed to figure out that she couldn't talk and for that he was glad. He did not wish to alarm her, to hurt her. He wanted her to feel safe. How he wished that he could tell this sweet maiden his name. How he wished that he could tell her his name, all the things that he had seen in this life. He would smile gently, matching her own, as he kept his paw over her own. She was a sweet little fae and honestly he hoped to get to know her better. The young man would slowly rise, gently nuzzling her cheek once more. Her eyes, even as they were now, were beautiful. Bogdan would breathe in her scent. 'Oh how I wish I could tell you my name, Annette. But it is nice to know yours... it is lovely.' The young man would gently nip her cheek, playfully taking a hop away from her body. 'Do you understand tag, dear Annette? Do you know that I wish to play?' |