make me feel brand new
07-29-2020, 03:38 PM
Sparhawk brought the clay to light, but even before he opened up the skin she could tell the color. The mountain of a man was covered in the blueish clay. Poem chuckled softly, he was closer to her coloration than his own. Her front legs were splattered in it as well, but not quite to the level of her companion. She grinned at him as they started the journey, he was bright this morning, just as he’d been the night previous. Even thinking about those moments together brought a flutter to her belly, and her pale cheeks flushed.
She stole glances at him as they strolled along and hummed softly. Poem might have spoke but she didn’t feel too much of a need, simply being beside him was comfortable. They did eventually come to a river, and he was quick to get in. The young Destruction couldn’t decide if she would be considered impolite if she joined him without invitation. Sparhawk didn’t seem like he would be one to hold such manners too gighly so Poem dropped her packs and waded out behind him.
Poem blushed again as blue and lavender eyes took in his wetted form, she could see every defining curve of his muscles. She turned her gaze away before doing much the same and submurging herself into the cool water. It rushed over her face and coated her fur before she pushed through the surface and took in a deep breath of the air above. She shook herself in the water as she rubbed her paws against her legs to rid herself of the excess clay.
”We’re making good progress.” She commented idly while deliberately keeping her eyes from his form lest her face turn bright like a cherry. Of course stealing glimpses of her handsome companion were infinitely tempting.
She stole glances at him as they strolled along and hummed softly. Poem might have spoke but she didn’t feel too much of a need, simply being beside him was comfortable. They did eventually come to a river, and he was quick to get in. The young Destruction couldn’t decide if she would be considered impolite if she joined him without invitation. Sparhawk didn’t seem like he would be one to hold such manners too gighly so Poem dropped her packs and waded out behind him.
Poem blushed again as blue and lavender eyes took in his wetted form, she could see every defining curve of his muscles. She turned her gaze away before doing much the same and submurging herself into the cool water. It rushed over her face and coated her fur before she pushed through the surface and took in a deep breath of the air above. She shook herself in the water as she rubbed her paws against her legs to rid herself of the excess clay.
”We’re making good progress.” She commented idly while deliberately keeping her eyes from his form lest her face turn bright like a cherry. Of course stealing glimpses of her handsome companion were infinitely tempting.
