trouble is a friend of mine
08-29-2013, 06:57 AM
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To Nuka's first question she could only shrug. She didn't know what she wanted. Perhaps she was being a little too dramatic about the whole thing, but she couldn't help it. She wondered what the youth would have to say next - only to hear such pearls of wisedom and kindness. Grey-green eyes enlarged slightly as she heard the male's response. Dang. She sure could pick 'em. She took a long moment to look at him; those puppy-dog eyes of copper, that mottled pink and black nose, that fluffy cheek fur. "You're a sweetheart, aren't you?" she murmured. It wasn't really a question. She raised herself up a little, craning out her graceful neck to bring her muzzle close enough to plant a handful of licks on his forehead. It was something she'd wanted to do since she'd taken him - partly because of his adorable looks, partly out of instinct. Cats shared tongued with their friends, their children, their family; it was a way of saying 'you are mine'. Of course those three words could be taken a dozen different ways. Often, Silverback's kisses were a statement of ownership and possession -a lovely, twisted way to show control-, and it would be a lie to say there was none of that in this gesture... but there was also genuine gratitude for the boy.
A brief purr bubbled up from within her throat. This was so natural - so sweet. It was everything she had hoped for in this plan of hers. And yet it had happened so quickly that she was surprised. Was he that moldable and sweet, or was she just that charming? Perhaps it was both. Either way, she didn't think she'd be letting go of this darling for a while. The ice queen didn't have to wear her frosty veil all the time. She could be utterly open and honest before him. "Thank you, little bird," she said silkily, attempting to give him another lick across the bridge of his nose.