this tragic affair

Silence falls between them like a thin curtain. The woman observing him from behind this imaginary barrier as if it could veil her. He chuckles at her statement, eyes cracking open with the smallest amount of new found vigor. Would you like to come sit in the sun? he inquires, cocking his head slightly in her direction. It will only be spring for so long. He states, the sentenced layered with meaning and nearly broken by a large and nonchalant yawn. He reclines to his side with his forelimbs relaxed against his chest and tucked by his jaw. Hindlimbs stretched forward in a dog-like and silly fashion; making himself respectfully vulnerable to Laxago hoping the gesture would calm her relentless mind.

Table by Azil