tomorrow's a day away [sol]

*Soliloquy* · 12-11-2014, 04:38 PM

Soliloquy would approach quietly, to be honest part of him had wondered if perhaps Othello's absence was simply because Isolde was finally resting. From what he gathered she was rather tired as of late, finding it difficult to successfully rest. She was awake however, his bright eyes would pick out her form easily though before he had the chance to work out whether she slept or not, her voice would answer for him, inviting him inside the den. A part of him revelled in the win, knowing full well that Othello would disapprove of his presence inside. The same part of him couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be if she returned to find him here.

The white woman would soon be cast away from his thoughts however, instead allowing his attention to focus fully upon Isolde as he silently slipped inside the den. "How are you, my sweet?" He enquired, resisting that urge for physical contact. It had once come so naturally for the pair of them and yet now she pulled away from his advances. He hated that, it only made him even more bitter about the fact that she slept here with Othello. Words were all he had now and he hated them, never had he really felt as eloquent with speaking as his brother.

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