white lies
02-21-2017, 08:55 AM
| The young god drifts closer to Spider, head cocked easily to the side. Graceful, untouchable, yet so close. Almost daring the not quite stranger to reach out. Poser wouldn't mind... it had been so long. It was always so long between coming and going, he was always... aching. Aching for contact, like it was something he needed to survive. That was true at least. He thrived on touch in such a way, being alone was hard. Always hard. "Mmm, rosemary. It's good for the skin, for the coat, and tastes fantastic." Poser noses the spot, inhaling, grinning languidly. Still, he's looking for those lovely mushrooms with the brown caps. Hallucinogenics are wonderful. He sniffs along the ground, nosing over white and red sorts of fungus, humming lightly. Easily, elegantly, sneaking peaks here and there at Spider. Oh, he'd dare the man to catch him looking. Poser doesn't mind. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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