Walk | Talk | Think
She felt the grey forelegs and black paws around her tighten their hold but ultimately relax as her touch roused Jakart from sleep. There was no guilt to her expression for it, though she supposed she could have been more discreet so that he could rest longer. He likely needed it considering he had been in a less than stellar condition before they ventured back into the physical side of their relationship. Maybe there was just a smidgen of guilt there after all, but she refused to apologize, or to allow him a moment to sleep again so soon. Her lover was awake now, placing a soft kiss against her cheek, and now that he was all the thoughts that had gone through her mind as she lay awake transformed into questions that she wished to ask.
Her pale, silver-blue eyes shifted as they stared between Jak's gold and blue eyes, noting not for the first time the peculiar coloration of his gaze. Calli could recall, if only vaguely, seeing both colors in the eyes of his parents when they had all lived together in the same pack years ago, though she could not recall in great enough detail whether they matched perfectly in shade and hue. So different, she mused as the paw that had trailed across his chest did so again but continued upward to softly touch his grey cheek. She was careful as she did so, mindful of the healing scars that encircled his eye on one side and spread down across his shoulder. Those scars, she realized with some amusement, had not held up quite as well.
"I'm going to have to patch you up again," she remarked in soft, low voice, surveying the damage before returning her gaze to his. For a moment, Callisto stared silent, thoughtful, as she considered how very quickly their relationship had gone from a state of denial into a state of reluctant acceptance. Impulsively, she asked in a whispered voice, "Does this scare you at all? What we're doing?" Did Jakart feel any of her nervousness in all of this, the unsettling feeling of finding her place in this new state of "normal" between them? Or was she alone in it? She presumed the latter - Jak always struck her as the easily adaptable type, capable of finding normalcy in any sort of situation. She suddenly found herself envious of it.
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