in my dark times
02-03-2016, 06:06 PM
Though often timid - and frequently anxious - around others, the distraction helped quell the voices that spoke from within the darkness of his mind. His gaze was wide and inquisitive as he eyed her slowly shifting into a sitting position. For now, Icarus would remain standing, his posture shifting as he moved his weight from one paw to another in subtle discomfort. "N-nice to meet you, too," he'd manage to get out finally, his voice quiet and wary.
Her name was Senka. Senka Dragovich. He placed the name in his memory, deciding it sounded quite tough, like her appearance. Nothing at all like his name, which seemed so much more gentle in his head. "I don't live anywhere," Icarus would admit after a long moment. "I haven't for a long time."
Her name was Senka. Senka Dragovich. He placed the name in his memory, deciding it sounded quite tough, like her appearance. Nothing at all like his name, which seemed so much more gentle in his head. "I don't live anywhere," Icarus would admit after a long moment. "I haven't for a long time."