I only call you when it's half past five
11-14-2015, 09:16 PM
Gethin's eyes tracked Isolde as she moved toward him. It wasn't till then that he noticed the change in her stance, her lowered ears and tail, the timidness in her approach. It wouldn't change his anger, but he did feel the smallest, most insignificant twinge of guilt for her since she was here to take his anger instead of his wayward brother. He watched her curiously, wondering why she could possibly want to be close to him right now with his hackles bristling and every muscle in his body tensed. Suddenly she pressed her smaller frame to his chest, her head tucking under his head and her body sitting perfectly between his front paws. His ears folded back against his skull and he blinked, the sudden gesture surprising him and snapping him out of his furious state. Slowly, the fur on his back laid flat again and his jaw relaxed. A heavy sigh passed his lips and he lifted one foreleg to wrap it around her and hold her tight to him. "I don't know where my brother has gone," he commented dryly after the quiet surrounded them for a short while. He sighed again and tipped his head down to peer at her. He studied her face curiously, his blood-red gaze lingering on her warm brown gaze. "No one has wanted to be close to me like you before." His voice was a quiet rumble has he confessed this bit of information to her, still studying her face like it would hold all of the secrets to what made her like this. |
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