Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
My body is hyperaware of her nearness, of where our bodies touch, where they lean and rely on each other to allow both of us to simply remain sitting upright. It is nice, it is comfortable and I find myself willing my hyperactive mind to just let go and embrace it. But, much like I couldn't let go of logical thought in my leopard form, I struggle to do so even in this simple moment.
I've never been good with emotions. I had evolved into the being I am, with the career I had (before being plucked up and dumped in this snowy desert) by being able to focus on anything but myself. As the quiet settled all around us after her words, I was left with nothing but my own thoughts and emotions, and well, they scared me.
Was this the start of something? Or had something already been started, back when I, in a braver moment, declared we would go on a date come Flowerbirth? And if it was the start of something, why was I scared? Was it really so bad - was it the worst thing that could happen to me, given what has happened to me so far in this world? Why were emotions so damn terrifying? ugh.
Then she looks up at me, and my anxiety and terror drip away, only a soft, warm smile visible on my lips, as my eyes meet hers. The urge to press a kiss to her forehead is strong, and I, embracing the bravado of the Chuy who declared we would go on a date, plucked up the courage to follow through. Gently, delicately so, I pressed one against her forehead with my soft, breaded lips, lingering slightly longer than a simple peck, but not so long as to be called awkward to inappropriate.
And we stay, sitting, breathing, simply being in each other's company for the rest of the morning.
--FIN <3
I've never been good with emotions. I had evolved into the being I am, with the career I had (before being plucked up and dumped in this snowy desert) by being able to focus on anything but myself. As the quiet settled all around us after her words, I was left with nothing but my own thoughts and emotions, and well, they scared me.
Was this the start of something? Or had something already been started, back when I, in a braver moment, declared we would go on a date come Flowerbirth? And if it was the start of something, why was I scared? Was it really so bad - was it the worst thing that could happen to me, given what has happened to me so far in this world? Why were emotions so damn terrifying? ugh.
Then she looks up at me, and my anxiety and terror drip away, only a soft, warm smile visible on my lips, as my eyes meet hers. The urge to press a kiss to her forehead is strong, and I, embracing the bravado of the Chuy who declared we would go on a date, plucked up the courage to follow through. Gently, delicately so, I pressed one against her forehead with my soft, breaded lips, lingering slightly longer than a simple peck, but not so long as to be called awkward to inappropriate.
And we stay, sitting, breathing, simply being in each other's company for the rest of the morning.
--FIN <3
CHULANE
