Parents repeating themselves
You’ve been enjoying your night so far, which speaks volumes more than your words can. You’ve stuffed yourself to bursting with delicious food, had some fairly informative conversation, and now you’ve found yourself so relaxed that you’ve actually put your guard entirely down and are flopped right across your auspistice’s lap. There’s really been only one other troll you’ve done this with before, and you’re chalking the whole thing up to Pale Quadrants.
In fact, you could be perfectly content to just lay here until she saw fit to kick you out… Or if your mood took a turn and you decide to leave. Whichever comes first. You honestly just don’t care right now.
Hyaine draped across you looked a little like a mostly grown great dane trying to fit in the lap of a child. He was pretty much all limbs and bones, full belly aside.
Your claws ran gently and rhythmically through his pony tail with the tips just barely grazing down the back of his neck.
Perhaps the silence would have been awkward to any one else, but you found it comforting for the moment. A small miracle, considering how much close proximity to Hyaine still felt like being pinned and cuddled by a sleepy lion.
It does not take you very long at all to reach the hive you share with your matespirit, although you running most of the way likely has something to do with the fact. You don’t bother checking the surroundings much, knowing that your matespirit is most likely to be in the vicinity of the hive… And whoever is harassing her is thus likely to be there as well.
It makes you worry all the more too…and when your worry has been bottled up for too long, your anger tends to follow swiftly. You are a hard troll to really piss off, but this is one of your bigger buttons, something all the assholes seem to gleefully disregard. Maybe you should really start to take some heads from now on… Out of sight of Risori, of course. And only when necessary…
Ah, who are you kidding? You are likely acting almost entirety out of anger born from worry. Still, you do feel like crushing someone’s skull to paste between your hands.
Arriving to the hive, you waste little time, your armored boot crashing against the door and sending it open with rather loud slam as you hurry on inside… and come across the sight of an unknown highblood draped across your matespirit. But in rather calm and non-threatening manner.
Well, this just feels awkward now.
You ever get the feeling you suck so bad that people just kind of give up on you?
I have that feeling all the time.
1. literally just fucking talk to me
2. thats it
It’s not the fact it exists, but that two stakes are missing
…some stories are best left unspoken. This one is going to drive me crazy, though….
An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.
But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?”
That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart.
And then you see your wardrobe and decor in colour for the first time and realize holy shit all my stuff is fckin ugly.
You open your mouth to say something, but just end up closing it again and nodding slightly and quietly. Seem’s you did what exactly you were trying to avoid, and you might actually feel sorry about it. You’re not quite sure. You feel anger, confusion, and a weird sinking feeling jumble in your head and gut that it’s leaving you rather quiet.
Heaving a heavy and slightly pained sigh, you gesture behind him “Next time, I will be more careful. For now, just let’s go..so I can tend to your wounds” giving the other a softer look for a moment before going back to your more stern stare, looking at the collar you put on him “If you like I can take that off of you now..or would you rather wait?” you ask as you take a step closer to him.
Considering his words for a moment, you are tempted to indeed angrily demand him to take it off… But think better of it in the end, shaking your head. “No, it can stay for now… you did get it on me fairly, more or less” you admit with a slight shrug. Although the way he did it made you damn nearly blow up in his face, Deimos deserves to have his way in this particular case. And besides, putting even more guilt on his head would be tremendously unfair.
Stretching slightly, you wince just a little as your injuries remind you of themselves with sudden sting of pain. “Well, I hope you have ice bags and bandages ready then… I feel like I could use both.”