Baby take me high
02-01-2014, 09:01 PM
She would continue her scrutinizing observation of him, the way his smile would increase in the slightest bit. He seemed almost eager to bring himself closer to her, but she was glad he would keep his distance. Gentle lyrics would flow from his golden lips, a compliment of her mundane name, "Twig... I like it." his words would coax another quick smile from her lips, but she was incredibly uncertain of it. She was so weary of strangers, she had been as long as she could remember. To open up to one would take time, even if he was the most interesting creature she had come across in Alacritis. His goldenrod eyes would seek hers, and innocently she would return his gaze. He would consider her question, as she realized that she had not worded it so he could understand what it was she smelled, "Do you mean the plant like smell?" He seemed to have hit it right on the nose. She would become a little more eager than anticipated as she nodded her head quickly. Realizing her folly she would retreat a step, embarrassed at her lack of control. She would avert her gaze and let her head lower slightly, "Um.. yeah the plant smell." her voice was soft and sweet, it lacked the regular gruffness she offered those she didn't know. It was so odd that she found it much easier to talk to this man that it had been with Sucre. He had been just as kind, and yet she had tired to bite his head off. What was so different about Themisto? |