I woke to lips brushing the top of my shoulder, slightly chapped skin catching on mine. No teeth, not yet, just lips and an absence of stubble.
I rolled over to face him; the room was too dark to see him, but I wondered if he could see the question in my eyes anyway. I'd never asked what his full range of vision was, a little because I still wasn't sure if he'd tell me truth if I did. Foxes keep secrets--as much a part of their survival as their tails and the way they change skins like coats. For all the truths Lehseet tells by never changing her skin where we can see, she has as-many secrets in her shop, and the fox she called Trouble was no different.
"I tried," he told me softly in the darkness, in the voice I thought might be his real one, the one he spoke to me in--the one he'd spoken to my mother in, and I could barely focus on his words with that thought for distraction. "Knew I should believe you when you told me I was unwelcome--I've seen you guard
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Re: "confessions! confessions!" - Some Kind of Love Song, Arianhrod and TakashitaennynAugust 10 2010, 16:30:17 UTC
They meet (she chops off his tail), he follows her into the Trickwood, they're hanging around together/he's still following her but she's minding less, she sends him away, he comes back (she fails to chop off his tail), and only then start building an intimate relationship.
Re: "confessions! confessions!" - Some Kind of Love Song, Arianhrod and TakashiklgaffneyAugust 22 2010, 17:37:50 UTC
..hard to pick out a line, and i can't figure out if it's because there's so many, or because most everything lies between them. so you'll have to settle for general adoration this time. *prrrs at*
Re: "confessions! confessions!" - Some Kind of Love Song, Arianhrod and TakashitaennynAugust 22 2010, 19:20:28 UTC
Even writing her in first tends to have a lot lying between the lines. It's interesting (sometimes frustrating)--especially given that she is occasionally prone to really dramatic gestures for all the restrained.
I woke to lips brushing the top of my shoulder, slightly chapped skin catching on mine. No teeth, not yet, just lips and an absence of stubble.
I rolled over to face him; the room was too dark to see him, but I wondered if he could see the question in my eyes anyway. I'd never asked what his full range of vision was, a little because I still wasn't sure if he'd tell me truth if I did. Foxes keep secrets--as much a part of their survival as their tails and the way they change skins like coats. For all the truths Lehseet tells by never changing her skin where we can see, she has as-many secrets in her shop, and the fox she called Trouble was no different.
"I tried," he told me softly in the darkness, in the voice I thought might be his real one, the one he spoke to me in--the one he'd spoken to my mother in, and I could barely focus on his words with that thought for distraction. "Knew I should believe you when you told me I was unwelcome--I've seen you guard ( ... )
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