In the land of obscurity
10-04-2015, 11:20 PM
The yearling tried to take deep calming breaths, Starling's head pressed into the softness of his gray underbelly. His breathing tickled his fur, causing more sharp thrills racing down his spine like an electrical current. His breaths came out in scattered gasps, his pupils dilating into narrow slits. Starling mumbled about flowers smelling as he fell back into his fur, and Cathaoir felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He didn't doubt that the boy had been afraid of his near fall, and he struggled to do something, anything to help calm him. Minty eyes gazed over him as he slowly bent forward and ran his tongue over the center of the boy's head, murmuring softly to his friend. He just wanted him to be okay, and more importantly he wanted a bit of space. He wasn't comfortable with these new feelings that were coursing through him, the heat that poured out of his body in waves. He had never felt like this before, and it was almost painful with how nice it started to feel. He could swear that Starling could hear his heart beating so hard, and when he boy looked up and blinked he felt his heart rate pick up as well. For a moment he just stared into those wide blue eyes, and Cathaoir felt like the world stopped spinning. Suddenly Starling started speaking another language, and Cath was left blinking up at him, trying to figure out what he had said. "What. Was that?" he asked, his deeper voice pressing out in a soft whisper. Suddenly he switched back to English, asking him if he could call him Cath. He slowly nodded his head, Cathaoir was a long name and he didn't mind the shortened version of it. "Only if. Can I call you Star?" The gray boy's voice was so low, hardly above a whisper. With them so close to each other, there was no need to speak any louder. Finally, it was all too much and his head turned away, his throat being cleared again. "So um. Wintergreen." He said in his broken pattern, his legs bent and lingering against Starling's flanks. This was as close to anyone that he had ever been, and it was all too new and too scary. Swallowing hard his eyes closed, forcing himself to repress any horrors that his disability was trying to tear up. And honestly, it wasn't too hard. It was far too easy to focus on the beating of his heart against Starling's flank, feeling the returning pound like his own lifeblood. |
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