Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-24-2021, 09:25 PM
Alastor watched with a quizzical look as Sera rushed him—only to end up coming to a skidding halt that kicked up snow all over the place while she desperately tried to stop. He cocked his head to one side and raised a confused brow, studying her strange expression with puzzled black eyes. What the hell was she up to...? She was almost hyperventilating again just by looking at him, and the look of sheer terror on her face was confounding. It was as if she was simultaneously afraid and unafraid of him, caught somewhere in between the two extremes and swinging like a pendulum back and forth, back and forth.
Al held her gaze while watching how she had to physically force herself to come one step closer, all the while the giant of a wolf sitting perfectly still like a living statue. While he tried to puzzle out what the hell was going on with her, Sera proceeded to lose him further when she declared she hated "him" in amidst a venomous snarl. Alastor broke Sera's gaze to momentarily look around their surroundings for whoever "he" was. There was no one else here. He met her oceanic eyes with another puppy-like tilt of his head, only to watch her stomp a paw down and turn away from him again. Oooookaaayy...? Well, two can play this game!
The snow shifted and crunched as Alastor also turned away from Sera, setting his rear end back on the cold ground with another audible crunch. Now the two of them were sat facing in opposite directions, but a smirk slowly creeping its way across Alastor's face hinted that his intentions weren't to just face away from her. Making sure he crushed plenty of snow and ice under him while he moved so Sera would be able to hear him, Alastor scooted his butt back across the snow to inch closer to her, still facing away all the while like it were some sort of "red light green light" game they were playing. Once he was close enough, he gave a strong swish of his tail to smack against her back, snickering to himself under his breath.
"Who's 'he', little hunter?" asked Alastor once he had started trying to lighten their mood with some play and humor. It was clear that she desperately wanted to talk about something but was holding herself back for one reason or another. That's okay; he was perfectly content to sit here for the rest of the day until she wanted to tell him.
"Speech" | Thoughts
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