The Forbidden Fruit has Rotted
He nodded slowly, almost ashamed at the fact that it was his first time entering this place, or seeing such strange things, "I'll admit, it is my first time... I'm not quite versed in this land yet, the terrain is rather... difficult to maneuver." There was a tilt to his head as he listened to her words, slightly confused, but he processed and let his brows furrow as he mulled over her words, Fruit? It wasn't a surprise that the boy was a bit confused, he was young when he began traveling, and fruit was not something he was accustomed to, he spoke softly, embarrassed, "Is... Is fruit edible?" Setekh hoped she wouldn't judge him, but if she did, he would hold his head high, she didn't need to know his thoughts. His back arched, and he leveled his eyes with hers, but he still felt quite imbecilic.
A smile crawled across his face as he watched this intriguing female. Her excitement brought a strange sense of longing to his core, and though he was a rather stubborn and brutish young man, he felt for her. He also watched with a slight horror as she tried to reign herself back in, Who has already clipped your wings little birdy? Setekh's brows furrowed, and he turned his attention away from her. He didn't want to get angry thinking that someone broke this woman's spirit so badly that she couldn't get excited about things without fear of judgement from others. He kept quiet for a time, his focus on her voice and her words as she finished speaking, not quite knowing exactly what to say next.
Clearing his throat, his ears and head turned toward her again, and he angled his body more toward hers, his interest clear, and he spoke again, "Herbs?" Not in so many words did the boy speak, but he did smile sheepishly, as he chuckled and spoke again, "Forgive me if I'm overstepping some boundaries, but... I'm interested in learning what plants are around here that can be help, and can be harm. I... I've taken a shine to some from my home, but here I'm rather turned around."
He listened to her words and he spoke softly again, turning away, shyly, playing innocent and young like any male would, "Even in this visual wasteland, there's always some beauty. You may just have to look for it." His comment wasn't directly toward her, but it could be. He merely meant that with the disgust, there could be some death, or some sickness, and that fascinated the young male. His paw reached out again for the fruit and he applied slight pressure. As it oozed below his paws, he wondered if someone would vomit from this. It's strange to see that from that statement there could be two entirely different meanings.
"Talk dirty to me" |