What Hurts The Most
07-03-2013, 09:54 AM
Meili was resting contentedly, happy to have given her friend a little comfort, when she suddenly felt his tongue running over her head and backs of her ears. She let her eyes slide closed and gave a low, happy murr in her chest as her skin tingled under his touch. The corners of her lips curled into a smile and she just enjoyed him returning the favor. The feeling of his tongue pulling pleasantly at her fur seemed to rattle something deep in her brain. It felt like some distant, broken thing in her memory was trying to shake loose. She frowned and tried to figure out what it was, trying to dissect that small section of her memory. It felt like it was just out of her grasp, just on the edge of her consciousness. She focused hard on it, but couldn't quite figure out how to see this loosened memory. Instead, just like with every time she tried to reach back into her broken head, she was stopped by the wall that was the bloody scene she woke up to, the day her current memory began. She quickly pulled herself back to the present, letting his touch push away the fear that crept up on her. When he was apparently satisfied with the job he had done grooming her and settled himself on the nape of her neck again, she sighed and closed her eyes, pushing away the troubled thoughts. She didn't say anything about her jumbled memories. She didn't want to trouble Gael with anything more than what he was going through right now. Besides, why would she dwell on the past when she had Gael in her future? "Speech." |