misery loves company [othello]
12-09-2014, 12:13 AM
All words were forgotten when Isolde twisted, rolling her lithe form under Othello's. The woman shifted, resting more weight on her elbows so that she put as little pressure on the dame. A hot blush rushed to her pale cheeks, breath hitching in her throat as she looked down at those impossibly bright, brown eyes. The spotted one lifted her head and nuzzled her chin, making her let out a soft purr like sound, rumbling down her throat. When she spoke into her ear, a sharp pang of tears burnt her eyes as she looked down at her sweet little fawn. She sniffled as stray ones roamed down her face, dripping on to the wolf below her. "I can't wait, my dearest fawn." She whispered, her heart nearly breaking in two as she looked down at her beautiful face. Isolde seemed to be working her way into all the holes that Othello's soul with her own essence, making her feel more full. She felt more and more alive, something that she had been lacking in for so long. Purple eyes grew a bit brighter, some of the sadness washing away as that face gazed at her. A small sob broke free from her maw as her own face fell, digging deep into Isolde's scruff. The sound was not one of great displeasure though, but of sheer joy. This girl meant more to here than she could ever know. |
