Send Me a Postcard
Skills
09-08-2020, 04:52 AM
He stilled at her behest, though he would have much rather continue his gentle massage through her coat. The familiar action calmed him, but he knew a cease and desist when he saw one. He wasn’t sure what type of ‘story’ he was going to receive, but he settled back on his hunches, the image of a captive audience. When she revealed her injured shoulder, he let his breath out in a hiss, and when she mentioned the lion, he let out a soft groan. He loved a suicidal nutcase. Fan fucking tastic. Loved? Er… served. That was the word his addled brain was looking for. Dumbass. “You could be the greatest fighter on the seven seas, and I still won't be happy to see you hurt.” he pointed out wryly. “I’m not foolish enough to keep you out of trouble, so don’t be foolish enough to expect me not to inspect you.” had he really had the audacity to say that outloud? He was undone. She had utterly broken him. The world didn’t make sense anymore. "Speech" |