Sweet Nothing [Open]

Life for her, was a kaleidoscope of colors. She saw everything, recognized familiar faces, places, things, but instead of identifying things and moving on, her personality, the splitting of her mind analyzed everything, they were always talking, always whispering, it was a never ending stream of white noise that flooded her head. They called to her like a siren, whispering, pleading, begging. very tree that crossed her path, every shrub, every creature. She had grown accustomed to the incessant noises but they never let her be. Octavian, she feared he wished to know her a great deal more than he should. Once he discovered her disease, her mental illness... what would he do? If he continued to remain with her, he would discover it eventually and then he would leave her and she would be alone with herself once again, perhaps it was for the best, he was sweet and true he deserved someone beautiful, smart, intelligent sane.

"You are too kind to me Octavian. I fear I am not worthy of such words." Her voice, forever languid, gentle, oozed from her mouth, bewitching all it encountered. She had a whimsy aura too her, it was calming, relaxing, it helped her blend among the shadows, unnoticed to all save for the male beside her. He was moving towards her, drawing closer... but why? They were maintaining a respectable distance where they not? He seemed confident, cool, collected, he didn't appear to host any dark secrets. He sat beside her, so close, too close. She could feel the heat radiating off of his fur. Her muscles spasmed.

His words reached her ears, soft and gentle and his nose, cold and wet pressed against the base of her ear. He was touching her. Someone was touching her. She could not remember the last time someone had so much as brushed against her let alone touched her. She wasn't sure what to do, how to respond, how to act. It was foreign. She understood nothing, it made no sense.

"My heart? I cannot remember why it's so lonely. I've been like this forever." She muttered back. Subconsciously she leaned into his chest, he was so utterly warm... what was this feeling? Contentment? She could not identify such things, but she liked his companionship. For now she would content herself with a touch.