living dangerously

*Poser* · 10-10-2016, 06:27 PM

There's something beautiful about the way Poser moves. His head is high and his eyes are sharp. Head tossing as he moves. Easily. There's something effortless and easy about being Poser. He wouldn't give it up. He wouldn't be anyone else. What he really wants, though, is the bark from that fucking tree. Bending easily in the hips, high tuck up making his movements positively effortless. Jesus, everything about the shadow is effortless. He wouldn't dare look like anything else. Wouldn't make himself into something he wasn't for the sake of catching someone's eye. The reason? He already did that.

The adonis finally moves to the tree beneath which the stranger sits. This, you see, is the tree that he's been longing for. It makes him think. How was he going to approach this one. How delicate did he need to be in order to not look desperate. In order to not look like he'd been playing an immense and delicate game with this stranger. Everything about Poser is careful on days like this. Gotta try harder. Gotta be more. Things like this mean he has something to keep him entertained, if for a little bit.

"Are you aware of the healing properties of the bark you're shredding?" Carefully, Poser drags his nose down the side of the tree. He was asking, not being arrogant about it. It was simply an inquiry. He was just... curious. Curious if the other creature was aware.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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