[PQ] smiling out of fear

i'll meet you half way

Last night I read Aoife a story about magical cloaks. The lion hummed absently, brushing his whiskered-face against Amalia. His mental voice was casual, shattered-amber gaze light and easy, but the implications of the words were clear enough. It hid the princess from all those who wished her harm. I think I might make one for Aoife some day. He added with a suggestive flick of his tail, his leonine express very much one of, I know we aren't talking about this, but just so you know...

Sitting down, the lion gazed out into an unfamiliar landscape. It was desaturated and without contrast, but even nearly-blinded as he was, the storms brewing on the horizon were more than clear.

if you're coming the long way

Coding base by Sky!