little shadow's bed and breakfast

He winced as she cleaned the rendered flash on his chest, he didn’t make near as much noise as the first time she had cleaned it well. Eris convinced him then to be more vocal about his pain levels, but he was still reluctant to allow it to slip. She answered his question as she packed his wounds, not lying when she said it was going to sting. He bit his lip as she finished and sounded disappointed in her own answer. ”No, I don’t. Plants were… never my thing.” She might go on and start teaching him about the herbs she practiced with.

”I’ve seen a few, haven’t done much experimenting. I doubt I could identify anything either.” He was becoming a bit more loose with his weaknesses, realizing the fact he scolded himself internally. He wanted to open up to her, to seek her affection. He couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if she started doing the same thing his mother had? Oxide tried to bury the thought, Eris was not Nysa. She couldn’t be.

The rusted beast sighed and rolled his form so he could lean his head into the soft fur of her belly. He inhaled her scent and further willed his doubts of her from him mind. How long was Nysa going to haunt him? Why did she have to return when everything seemed to be going his way? He was… happy. He couldn’t be happy with her invading his head. Hopefully he’d clear her again when he was able to leave the gully. He prayed it would be sooner rather than later.

”Be honest.” His voice was a little darker as he spoke through her smoky fur. ”How long do I have to stay here?” Oxide’s words were a low whisper as he fought back the haunts he’d fled in the first place. He couldn’t stand still because they always caught up to him. ”What’s the sign for desperation?” He wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to hear him he spoke so low. He felt his heart beat fast as his anxiety grew. None of it was about Eris or her efforts. She was… perfect. He just shouldered too much baggage.