white lies
03-07-2017, 12:55 AM
| The young god is painfully gentle. Always has been. It's hard not to when you're so used to everyone around you hurting so badly. He would take that pain away, remove the hurt, try to relieve what he could. That's what happens when you're tired of sleeping alone. When you're sick of spending time as a solitary creature. Wolves, dogs, canines, they were pack animals. Social pack animals. He's got no one to be social with, he's just been... to himself. That sucks, you know? It just... blows. So he's here, and he's going to be heart achingly gentle with this Spider. A part of him reminds him of the pigeon he'd bonded with, wherever she had gotten to. Right. "You're fine, you don't need to tell me anything... I just want to help. You're okay." Poser uses a gentle touch, the soft brush of his nose to wipe tears from Spider's face. Painfully gentle with his long eyelashes and graceful face. Yes, Poser could get by just like this as well. He would be soft, he would be friendly. Something about the shadow is more than friendly, the degree of intimacy as he touches the man... he'll pretend that it's not there. At least internally. The nature of the touch does not change. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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