Her voice is a fearless proclamation of protection
She lives what's within her out loud
She lives what's within her out loud
He fills the gaps as if his soul is water, and it buoys her to meet him, allowing her the levity to enjoy the moment and avoid the grief of the dark waters below. This is how she knows that what she's doing is right. His potential for happiness lays in her hands, and there is nothing she wouldn't do to assure it for him. He is worth it and more. The strength of her determination and loyalty must not go unnoticed, but it is tempered by a feline sort of purring pleasure. A simplistic enjoyment of this moment as it happens, free of plans and expectations.
Deimos' boot nudges at her tail, and it flickers without her conscious effort, as familiar to her as flexing a finger. It whaps against his leg moments later in retaliation as she uncurls from him to wander a few steps away, enjoying the crunch of snow beneath her large paws. I was never much of a fish eater before, but I swear it's all I can think about now. At least it's cheaper than red meat, she laughs freely across the bond, letting him feel the hunger that claws at her belly.
It is a short moment before she is returning to his knee, flopping onto her side in a languid display of trust as her paler belly is revealed. The snow is even less of a bother to her in this form. It's clear in the easy sway of her tail against the snow. I think we only need the one. Do you agree? It will be easy to overlook, unassuming. And she would like to see him make it, intrigued as always by his talents. That particular magic of hers has yet to manifest in the same way, but she hopes someday it will.
Deimos' boot nudges at her tail, and it flickers without her conscious effort, as familiar to her as flexing a finger. It whaps against his leg moments later in retaliation as she uncurls from him to wander a few steps away, enjoying the crunch of snow beneath her large paws. I was never much of a fish eater before, but I swear it's all I can think about now. At least it's cheaper than red meat, she laughs freely across the bond, letting him feel the hunger that claws at her belly.
It is a short moment before she is returning to his knee, flopping onto her side in a languid display of trust as her paler belly is revealed. The snow is even less of a bother to her in this form. It's clear in the easy sway of her tail against the snow. I think we only need the one. Do you agree? It will be easy to overlook, unassuming. And she would like to see him make it, intrigued as always by his talents. That particular magic of hers has yet to manifest in the same way, but she hopes someday it will.
