here come dat boi
Thankfully, she didn't struggle or fight back. Instead, she hung limply from his jaws for a moment. Ah shit, please don't go boneless on me here. he thought to himself bitterly, bunching the thick muscles of his neck to keep her steady. The grating scrape of claws against stone pierced his eardrums, and he flattened his ears against the onslaight for a moment. It ended fairly soon, and he felt the weight he was holding lessen. She must have her feet under her. Cautiously, he slackened his grip. It was slow, making sure he wouldn't need to grab hold of her again. She didn't stumble or falter. Her stance was firm. She shuffled a little further from the water again, bringing her ever closer to his chest. There wasn't exactly a lot of room back here. Her brilliant blue eyes, like shards of ice, climbed up his form. A hot blush rose from his chest, burning in his lungs, and climbed up to his cheeks. She was awful cute. Tiny though, like she was still a kid. He was at least a foot taller than she was. Could tuck her into a bag like Branch had, and then walk around with her. That would be weird. “T-thank you” she said softly, the stutter betraying fear. Ah jeez, that must have been a harrowing escape from a dunk. “You saved me from a cold dip” her smile was gentle, but dazzling. Were those dimples? Or just a trick of the low light? He smiled warmly. "Don't worry about it." he rumbled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "It would make our conversation much more awkward if I had just let you fall, right?" there was humour in his tone, to match his jovial expression. Before he could forget his manners, he said "I'm Birch." |