Livin' on Love / P
03-23-2013, 06:32 PM
Desolate. That's how he felt. Alone, completely alone, and suddenly irrefutably cold. A shiver ran up and down his spine as he thought of Epiphron curled up with some Warlord tonight. He would continue the shiver at the thought of never being able to call her his. A sigh would reverberate from his lips as he continued on his way, slinking as slow as he could possibly move, as if somehow that might bring her back, make her his. His face was crestfallen until his name would be said. At first he thought it might be the lad, Syrinx, who was calling him back to torture him some more. However, the voice was distinctly feminine, and absolutely familiar. Epiphron? He would whirl around like a tornado, whipping his tail into line behind him. Lime eyes sought her sapphire ones, coming to realize it really was her. Epiphron? It would be the first time he'd ever said her name instead of calling her a pet name, but he felt like in the presence of her brother it was necessary to be more formal than when they were alone. But he said - Accusatory eyes would shoot to the brother, searching for his frame among the trees. However, he was far more concerned about her, and without a second thought he sprinted forward, aiming to meet his cheek with hers. I'm so glad to see you, he would whisper in a husky, hushed tone. Tail waved behind him happily. Six days was far too long. He would breathe a sigh of relief and wait for her response. He hoped she would not be angry. Speech, |
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