hold me close smother me, my little dracula wrap your arms around me
Visit, that sounded good. Not quite a commitment to the place, but a trip, voyage, expedition into the frozen lands to aid a friend. And perhaps she'd find home along the way. She couldn't resist a sigh and a grinning nod in response to his own glimmer of joviality, "Alright alright, I'll visit," she chuckled, giving his forearm a squeeze before finally letting her arms fall to her side. She'd had enough proof at this point that he was real, and wouldn't vanish into the night the moment she let him go.
The graver topic only lasted for a moment, it seemed they were both eager to spin this back to reunion. Solemnity could come another day, thoughts of the future and the past, but they were here and now and that deserved a celebration. Deimos agreed to a hunt, asking what they should stalk. "Let's see what we can find," she replied with a playful edge to her voice, before golden fur began to sprout from her mane of curls, and in moments she'd shrunk into the bat; wings breaking free and flapping so she could hover before him.
She'd never thought of bats as an animal with excellent vision, but the fox begged to differ. Through the eyes of her creature she could see far, lens nocturnal and faded in color but the outlines of shapes were fine and sharp. With a few beats of her leathery wings the orange fox swept up into the air to seek it's higher vantage point. She waited expectantly for him to join her in a beasts skin, two sets of eyes were better than one.
The graver topic only lasted for a moment, it seemed they were both eager to spin this back to reunion. Solemnity could come another day, thoughts of the future and the past, but they were here and now and that deserved a celebration. Deimos agreed to a hunt, asking what they should stalk. "Let's see what we can find," she replied with a playful edge to her voice, before golden fur began to sprout from her mane of curls, and in moments she'd shrunk into the bat; wings breaking free and flapping so she could hover before him.
She'd never thought of bats as an animal with excellent vision, but the fox begged to differ. Through the eyes of her creature she could see far, lens nocturnal and faded in color but the outlines of shapes were fine and sharp. With a few beats of her leathery wings the orange fox swept up into the air to seek it's higher vantage point. She waited expectantly for him to join her in a beasts skin, two sets of eyes were better than one.
AISHA
