bad moon rising
Mojito
A peal of musical laughter managed to catch his attention over the persistent, buzzing static in his ears. Sea foam eyes canted over to catch the radiant smile that had come over Mojito, aimed.. at him. It had been so long since anyone had smiled at him, a genuine smile without malice twinkling in their eyes or drool slicking their lips. A flutter of emotion he hardly recognized and couldn't name beat against his ribs like a trapped insect- had he swallowed one of the spectral fireflies? The gentle, insistent press of the alabaster male's paw against his cheek did little to dissuade him from extending his muzzle to gently lave his tongue over the smooth edge of one of the crystals translucent facets. It was almost instantaneous, that the droning sound in his skull fell eerily silent. There was only the crash of waves beating against the stone breakwater, the sound of his own heart thudding in his chest in tandem with the faint pulse of the glowing clusters all around them, and the echo of Mojito's laughter in the back of his mind. In the milliseconds it took to process the sudden quiet, a burst of heat washed over his outstretched tongue!
With a shocked yelp, the waif reared back suddenly and found himself flopping awkwardly onto his flank. He couldn't help the pitiful whimper that bubbled up from his throat, and he all but slammed his face into the nearest tidepool. It took all of whatever wits were still present to keep from drinking the salty water, and he prayed the cold water would begin to ease the pain of the burn. After a few moments, he pulled his face from the water and shook frigid droplets from the dark fur of his muzzle. Casting a thoroughly sheepish look over to his companion, he couldn't help but hang his jaws partly open and lightly pant. "I' bu'd my thoung.." he muttered with a light frown, eyes glassy with the unshed tears that had welled up from the sudden pain.