Little Talks [M]
03-21-2016, 01:05 AM
Gethin felt strangely at ease as Mercy kissed his muzzle and snuggled closer to him. The only other time, at least recently, that he had really gotten into this sort of situation where it had settled into something a bit more serious had been with Isolde and that had only been out of possessive worry and strained, haunting memories. He wasn't sure what caused him to feel like this with Mercy, but if he had to guess his only assumption was that they both seemed to have some kind of similarity in what they liked and how they felt. They were both a little messed up in some way. He moved on to gently grooming over the top of her head and the upper part of her neck. There wasn't really any more blood for him to clean up, not that he could reach anyway, but he was enjoying grooming and caring for her in this small way as long as she'd let him. He made a soft "hmm" noise of understanding as she spoke of her parents and how she left them when she was young. It seemed their similarities were coming up more and more. He hadn't really opened up to anyone besides Isolde and even then he had only spoken about his past out of a feeling of needing to warn her what she was getting herself into with him. It felt more like speaking out of a kinship with Mercy. Although he also wondered if maybe he was reading this entirely wrong. She could get up and leave at any moment, he knew that. "I never really knew my mother," he replied after a moment of silence, speaking quietly since they were so close and there was no need to speak any louder. He continued to place the gentle licks all over her neck and face on and off while he spoke. "I have very, very fuzzy memories of her, but I was very young when my father took me from her." He gave a little shrug of his shoulders in a 'what can you do?' sort of gesture. "Then I killed my father to protect my half-brother so... I never really had parents." |