Hello, hello again.
09-01-2013, 09:45 PM
Walk | "Talk" | Think An airy breath rushed from Rune's lungs against Alamea's exposed neck when he caught the sound of her faltering voice, so thoroughly amused by her reaction and delighting in the fact he had been the one to cause it. For so long he had thought his brother to be the suave one of the duo, capable of stealing any girl's heart just because of his ease with words. And yet, if he was reading the signs right, he was managing to do the same in fewer words coupled with only a few gestures. On top of that, it was with the only girl that had managed to catch his interest in that way. Granted, he knew very few wolves, more specifically pretty girls, but none were like this one, all wintry white with spring pink eyes. He doubted he would ever find another like her, even beyond the uniqueness of her appearance. For a change he felt confident, comfortable in the fact he was taking control of the situation, at least until the cute little wolf turned her head to draw her muzzle even with his. He was still grinning when she swiped her tongue against his face, his frosty blue eyes blinking slowly and the smile slipping though only out of surprise. And very suddenly he was caught within his mind, thoughts a whirlwind that he merely struggled to keep up with. She kissed his face. It was a kiss, wasn't it? Not just some silly gesture meant to confuse him and cause him to stumble? No. Not with the way she looked now, nervous and strung so tightly she might snap from the tension. She meant it. She meant it. Feeling as if the air within his lungs had suddenly grown heavy, Rune drew his muzzle up from where it rested against her neck to follow the line of her cheek and bring it level with her own, pale eyes fixing themselves on hers. Gently, he placed two careful licks against her muzzle and had to resist adding in a few more, to encourage things further than they had already gone. Never before had he considered himself sappy or one for too much physical contact, but the space that had been comfortably separating them this entire time suddenly felt too wide. Just barely he shuffled a little forward, simultaneously lifting his head to press his nose against her cheek and add in a quick nuzzle for good measure, a simple gesture he had often given family but now it seemed to hold more meaning. "Do we have a problem?" he asked, his tone low and perhaps a little breathless as he began to realize that whatever was between them was starting to manifest itself into something stronger, something maybe important and worth taking note of. Please tell me we have a problem. |
