I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song
06-06-2013, 11:10 PM
There was no doubt in his mind that he never wanted to be anywhere else except Song?s side. She was beautiful and charming and just really fun to be around. There was hardly a dull moment around the ivory dove. They barely knew each other, but he already knew with certainty that he had feelings that surpassed the border of friendship. And if he wasn?t wrong, Song appeared to reciprocate those feelings. He could be wrong after all, but he choose to hold on tight to the thought that Song liked him too. Made him feel more optimistic that way. He she wouldn?t be expecting the sudden change in direction which was why he?d gently nudged her the right way, helping her like he had been doing since the night before. The fresh scent of the waterfall reached the pair almost instantly, the roaring sound of the falls hard to miss. It was huge. Clear azure water pooled at the bottom of the falls, the bottom clearly visible from the shore. It was a beautiful place. He could already see the fish swimming around in it and he knew they were going to have a very good breakfast that morning. Smaller pools surrounded the biggest one, all connected through tiny channels. It seemed that they would not only have a good breakfast, but a varied one if they so wished. Cherokee held himself back a bit as Song took the lead, approaching the edge of the water cautiously, wary of where she stepped lest she fall into the water headlong. A mischievous thought flickered through his mind as he momentarily considered tossing Song into the water and diving in after her. The thought was quickly dissuaded, despite how much fun he figured it would be. Refocusing his attention on his ivory maiden, he watched as she carefully peered over the edge of the shore into the water, liking what she saw as she exclaimed about their big breakfast. We will soon I start fishing. he chuckled, coming up beside her, giving her tail a gentle nip before he stepped to the edge, his toes brushing against the cold water. His gaze flickered over the surface, watching as the fish darted around. You might wanna move back some Miss Song, it?s about to get really wet around here. The obsidian brute lowered himself, his belly just barely brushing the earth as he waited patiently for a fish to swim into his waiting grasp. Talk like this |
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