hyperventilation
03-17-2015, 02:47 PM
By meee
When he moved, her head followed him. There was something strange about her eyes though – the way she looked at him, or, something of the opposite. It wasn’t quite precise. In his many years of life, Cesar had noted the way that most liked to make eye contact when talking. Here, it wasn’t quite right. He liked how it was strange though, and continued grinning his hollow grin. The gigantess would explain why she felt no chill, and the little heathen would tilt his head to the right with a single bird-like motion, immediately struck with curiosity. ”Hnnnn,” he cooed, ”she must burn to a crisp when it’s hot out. Poof! All gone.” He’d seen desert before. Things there looked burnt and dehydrated. He figured that if this was warm to the gigantess, stuff that was really warm must’ve been hell.
When she spoke again, she would answer his question. Looking for a brother. The word touched something in his mind – his thoughts rippling like the surface of a lake after the gentle fall of a leaf. The idea felt… distantly familiar. A brother. He knew what that was. Did he have any of his own? The beast’s blue gaze became glassy and his jaw slackened as he strained to capture the fleeting notion. Before real pursuit could even begin though, the woman’s description of her kin ripped him back to the present, and to his childish and awry mindset. Tusks? ”Whaaaaat?” he said, baffled and pale eyes widened. ”Like a pig?! Are you going to eat him???” he was distracted from answering by the particular description, which had set off a chain reaction of various erroneous connections in his brain.
When he moved, her head followed him. There was something strange about her eyes though – the way she looked at him, or, something of the opposite. It wasn’t quite precise. In his many years of life, Cesar had noted the way that most liked to make eye contact when talking. Here, it wasn’t quite right. He liked how it was strange though, and continued grinning his hollow grin. The gigantess would explain why she felt no chill, and the little heathen would tilt his head to the right with a single bird-like motion, immediately struck with curiosity. ”Hnnnn,” he cooed, ”she must burn to a crisp when it’s hot out. Poof! All gone.” He’d seen desert before. Things there looked burnt and dehydrated. He figured that if this was warm to the gigantess, stuff that was really warm must’ve been hell.
When she spoke again, she would answer his question. Looking for a brother. The word touched something in his mind – his thoughts rippling like the surface of a lake after the gentle fall of a leaf. The idea felt… distantly familiar. A brother. He knew what that was. Did he have any of his own? The beast’s blue gaze became glassy and his jaw slackened as he strained to capture the fleeting notion. Before real pursuit could even begin though, the woman’s description of her kin ripped him back to the present, and to his childish and awry mindset. Tusks? ”Whaaaaat?” he said, baffled and pale eyes widened. ”Like a pig?! Are you going to eat him???” he was distracted from answering by the particular description, which had set off a chain reaction of various erroneous connections in his brain.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
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