the core of night
10-15-2016, 09:44 AM
| His tail wags. There's something shining in his brilliant eyes tonight. Down on his belly, looking at the girl with a gentle gaze. Everything about him is gentle tonight. Poser is pleased, Poser is happy. He wouldn't give the girl a reason to run from him, he didn't feel an episode coming on. He's comfortable. Tonight he would be well adjusted and friendly. Soft even. The Poser that was, somewhere in the recesses of his mind, still Maksim. A dead name to him now, but he aches softly. "I haven't for a little while. I miss it." There's something far away in the man's sapphire eyes. His insides rock with an ache once more, and he remembers why he tries not to feel anymore. Wistful. Beautiful and fantastic, the shadow looks to the girl. "Even if this becomes my home, you were here before me. You're welcome to be here... I don't need to give you permission or anything... I feel silly." Poser would blush if he could. "I just wanted to make sure you knew." He was trying to be friendly, but sometimes he's awkward too. It's easy to be awkward. Sometimes he slips that way, but that's okay too. He would slip and slide within himself, but he's happy. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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