Wessex
Damn, her final words weren’t supposed to be that grave, and Ru’s silent emotions take her by surprise as well. It quickly disappears as they return to their play, with the Wraith making mock strangling noises in her human-head voice as the lioness earns her kill.
Once the much heavier feline abandons her pin, the kitsune rolls over as well so that they’re face to face. Not quite snout-to-nose, but if they were to spoon, they probably wouldn’t need to scooch in much. And Wessex would be little spoon, which let me tell you, is a very rare thing. She hums an agreement, top ear swiveling to listen to the noises of the Oerwoud, and relishing in the fact that none of even remotely resemble people, or civilization…
We could have a spot, she suggests suddenly. Something that’s ours, and ours alone. No kids, no war, no Gods or Goddesses. Even as she says it, the demigod knows it’s a fantasy and they can’t really extricate themselves from the world, but to just buy into the fantasy for a little bit… maybe it’s what Wessex needs. The kitsune shifts again, twisting so she can lay a head on her paws and look at Ru with her little cocked head and big, pointed ears.
Are you happy? she asks, gentle, and meaning nothing more than just that. Is Hotaru happy?
Once the much heavier feline abandons her pin, the kitsune rolls over as well so that they’re face to face. Not quite snout-to-nose, but if they were to spoon, they probably wouldn’t need to scooch in much. And Wessex would be little spoon, which let me tell you, is a very rare thing. She hums an agreement, top ear swiveling to listen to the noises of the Oerwoud, and relishing in the fact that none of even remotely resemble people, or civilization…
We could have a spot, she suggests suddenly. Something that’s ours, and ours alone. No kids, no war, no Gods or Goddesses. Even as she says it, the demigod knows it’s a fantasy and they can’t really extricate themselves from the world, but to just buy into the fantasy for a little bit… maybe it’s what Wessex needs. The kitsune shifts again, twisting so she can lay a head on her paws and look at Ru with her little cocked head and big, pointed ears.
Are you happy? she asks, gentle, and meaning nothing more than just that. Is Hotaru happy?
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
