I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song

*Cherokee* · (This post was last modified: 06-16-2013, 02:46 PM by Cherokee.)

He smiled at her gentle paws to his nose, chuffing softly as he took one of her toes between his teeth, lightly gnawing at it as he stared up at her. She was absolutely perfect. No she was beyond perfection. He couldn't even find the word to describe how perfect she was. She was kind, gentle, sweet, fun to be around. The list could go on and on. She was still relatively a stranger to him and he to her, but he knew he wanted her beside him for the rest of his life. How he knew, he wasn't sure. He just knew. She was the woman that he was meant to walk beside for the rest of his life. If only the rest of his life could start already.

She seemed to pause for a moment after his question, debating on how she would answer it. Cherokee was patient, mismatched ivory jade and silver gems intent on her own azure and gold ones, audits perked to attention as he listened to her response. My mother and I didn't really see eye to eye. She pushed me to far and I snapped. I made myself dominant over her and left. I miss them so much, Cherokee. And then her voice got darker, a sadness coming into her eyes that hadn't been there before, tears brimming. The obsidian brute whined, reaching up to lick at her cheek, swiping away the tears before they could fall. I'm sure they miss you too Song. Maybe one day soon you could take me with you and we could visit them? He hated seeing Song upset, it wasn't the way she was supposed to be.

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