My Lipgloss is Poppin'
02-28-2015, 06:36 PM
He supposed he held her rather tightly in his grasp, metaphorically of course. She was his only remaining sibling and he believed it to be his right to be protective of her. He would, to this day, be equally or more so protective of Narcisse and Tatienne if the two had survived. Even his watchful eye had not been able to save them from what took them. A sigh drifted from his lips as the silence overtook them and his mind wandered to them. He missed Narcisse so, but it was Tatienne's death that truly pained him. She had not even begun to live when the fever had taken her. She had been his princess, and he had been forced to lay her to rest. He didn't like to think back on that day. He shook his head, as if that might rid her temporarily from his thoughts. It had never worked before, but it was worth a shot now. She offered him a more descriptive (and sassy) response, to which he would snort and feign a doting-brother response through teeth that still ensnared her ear. “Comme vous le souhaitez.” He released her when he was through speaking, just as her hind foot made contact with his behind. Claude would click his jaws in protest, an ear falling back - glued to his skull. He flopped then entirely on his side, allowing half of his face to make contact with the earth. He took a deep breath and allowed it to hiss out through slightly gapped teeth. “I want to live near water,” he confided just then. His sister might not approve of water, but he loved it. It was the only way he could ensure he was perfectly clean. “Maybe a rivière, or a spring.” He lifted his head, glancing at her features - trying to read her reaction. “SPEAK,” |
Rozenn is allowed in any thread Claude is involved in, end of story.