Be Mine
09-22-2014, 10:24 AM
It took the boy no more than a heartbeat to realize that his affection was misplaced. The femme backpedaled, staring at him like he'd grown a third eye, before falling to her rump. Valentine's ears would pin, his expression somewhat mirroring the fae's. Startled by her reaction, he was at a loss for an appropriate response, so instead he just stood there staring at her. When at last it occurred to him that a response from him was not only appropriate, but deserved, the boy's statuesque stance broke and he took a deep breath. For a moment his eyelids would flutter as he tried and failed to find words."I'm..." No, that was wrong. A simple 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. He'd fatally misread the situation and now, more than ever, looked like a fool. On top of that, he'd put her in an awkward position. Finally, with all the solemnity it was due, Valentine would fix his gaze upon the femme and swallow his pride. "Forgive me," The words tightened around his throat like a coiling snake. "I don't know what possessed me to do that." A lie, to be sure, but it would do him no good to admit that he had desired much more than a kiss. "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.