wall of ice, warmth of speech
[ voodoo, trigger; drug use ]
06-28-2022, 04:58 PM
Mine are dead. No, he couldn't say that. It would ruin the mood. What mood? He wasn't exactly sure, but it felt nice for her to press against him again. Again... she had done that before, hadn't she? She had fallen against his shoulder and looked at the stars with him. There was no need to take this to any sort of 'level'. There was no reason to make this any less than a nice night with a new friend. He shouldn't even be thinking about this. She was pouring her heart out. "I'm glad" he said quietly, happy to relieve some form of sadness from his new friend "ye are a good wolf, Voodoo" he added "nobody is perfect. Ye don't hafta be around me, an'way." Torben shuffled his paws before daring to act on instinct and the drugs in his system. He felt the giddiness wash away, leaving something more primal in return. He bent his neck and planted a gentle lick on her forehead. It was supposed to be friendly, even if his body was willing him to act in different ways. Stop. |