He worries when she moves, but ultimately has confidence in her ability, and her knowledge of her own limits - he suspects she would be able to shift in time to fall without injury, but he worries all the same. And within that worry, that concern, is also a hint of yearning - of the ability to share the skies with her, to be able to have the confidence in his own body to balance so precariously without fear, to be more of her equal when it came to physical fitness in this world where sometimes throwing and dodging punches were the only option if one wanted to survive.
'Hmm,' he pondered, his thoughts taking on the deeper intonations of his true voice as he mulled over the many sweet options her playful words posed to his imagination. His attention barely shifted from her, only for cursory glances to ensure his foot fell where it was supposed every now and then, but he gave into the leopard's desire and found himself otherwise able to merely drink in her elegant form as it stretched out along the beam across from him.
'Sometimes I hate that I was dropped in a snowy tundra that barely supports life. Sometimes I feel quite lost, without a purpose, without a reason, like I can't do anything right…' he lets his emotions shift, lets them tell a tale of the sorrow that sometimes plagues him, the guilt for his treatment of Korbin, for the grief of losing his homeworld, of losing a friend in this world so soon after settling… It is an aspect of him he shows to none but her, for none others on this world hold his trust as much as she does.
'But then, I reflect on my time here, on a day that began innocent enough. I recall that no matter how shit things seem, I have friends, one in particular who I lean on perhaps a bit too much.' He lets his emotions shift again, lets them fill with what he feels directly for her, lets the awe, the desire, the gratitude for her simply being there for him flood the bond between them. Then the emotions evolve, they turn into something more hopeful, more optimistic, about their future - about what might become of them, together.
'I hope you realise how much you've given to me… How much you mean to me.' He had paused in his striding, letting the weight of his stare fall directly down onto her from his slightly higher vantage point. Then, he is huffing a small breath, a leopard's laugh, and he plops himself down in a lazy sphinx's pose, so that they are more on a level with each other's eyes.
'Sweet enough for yah?' His tail is twitching mischievously behind him, his eyes holding a touch of amusement - but his emotions remained the same, steady stream of that hope, that optimism, that determination that whatever the world threw at him, he could face it, because they could face it.
'Hmm,' he pondered, his thoughts taking on the deeper intonations of his true voice as he mulled over the many sweet options her playful words posed to his imagination. His attention barely shifted from her, only for cursory glances to ensure his foot fell where it was supposed every now and then, but he gave into the leopard's desire and found himself otherwise able to merely drink in her elegant form as it stretched out along the beam across from him.
'Sometimes I hate that I was dropped in a snowy tundra that barely supports life. Sometimes I feel quite lost, without a purpose, without a reason, like I can't do anything right…' he lets his emotions shift, lets them tell a tale of the sorrow that sometimes plagues him, the guilt for his treatment of Korbin, for the grief of losing his homeworld, of losing a friend in this world so soon after settling… It is an aspect of him he shows to none but her, for none others on this world hold his trust as much as she does.
'But then, I reflect on my time here, on a day that began innocent enough. I recall that no matter how shit things seem, I have friends, one in particular who I lean on perhaps a bit too much.' He lets his emotions shift again, lets them fill with what he feels directly for her, lets the awe, the desire, the gratitude for her simply being there for him flood the bond between them. Then the emotions evolve, they turn into something more hopeful, more optimistic, about their future - about what might become of them, together.
'I hope you realise how much you've given to me… How much you mean to me.' He had paused in his striding, letting the weight of his stare fall directly down onto her from his slightly higher vantage point. Then, he is huffing a small breath, a leopard's laugh, and he plops himself down in a lazy sphinx's pose, so that they are more on a level with each other's eyes.
'Sweet enough for yah?' His tail is twitching mischievously behind him, his eyes holding a touch of amusement - but his emotions remained the same, steady stream of that hope, that optimism, that determination that whatever the world threw at him, he could face it, because they could face it.
CHULANE
