Fancy meeting you here
If he could read minds, his worries about the future would be nonexistent. But he had experienced such a tragic loss at such a young age, that he had come to expect such things. He expected to let down, to be hurt and punished by life. Thankfully, the future did not occupy his thoughts. He lived in the present, and cherished these little moments that he hoped would become more frequent now that she was part of Arcanum.
She would nod her head in reply, he was no rewarded with the sweet sound of her voice. She would peer up at him, leaning into him, but her touch contradicted her expression. Her eyes narrowed, and he swear he saw irritation in her gaze. He could only imagine that she didn't want to play games, but she didn't complain, didn't demand anything of him. She had long given him the reins. A smirk would lift the corners of his mouth as his neck arched over her tiny figure so that he continue to nip at her scruff, each nip steadily growing rougher, though not once did he bite hard enough to draw blood. Something wrong? He would ask softly in regards to her expression. He had pulled back, stopping his affections to whisper in her ear, his tongue snaking around to caress the delicate appendage. |