8/29/2024, 7:04 PM
His eyelids had just begun to settle lower and lower over his warm amber gaze, breathing in the scent of freshwater and earth beneath his paws as his mind wandered freely, not touching on any particular thought long enough to really notice it.
Until a form, otter-like with her fur slicked to her form, burst from the water before him. Francis jerked backward, alarmed, before recognizing easily the distinctive auburn and white coloring of the Parthenon. She had - well and truly bamboozled him, it seemed.
Laughter, unfettered, joyful and punctuated with a soft huff, bubbled from his chest as he realized what had happened.
Miss Parthenon!Francis cackled, unable to reign in the lopsided and wholly sincere grin from his expression. The Prince got to his feet, trotting closer to the edge of the pool. He glanced over his shoulder, as if furtively checking to ensure the two of them were alone. Not that they were doing anything wrong, but...In some ways, the way Kairos convinced his soul to lighten, his joy to re-emerge, it felt more personal and more intimate than even sleeping, like he had to guard these moments from prying eyes. Lest they get the wrong impression, of course.
You have gotten water on my fur, my lady, an insult I cannot bear no matter my favor for you. I hope you are prepared....for war.
The man's grin turns impish, crouching slightly as he eyed the water. He is preparing to jump in, with every intention of splashing Kairos as much as possible. She did start it, after all, he tells himself - and if she says the word to stop, he will be as if he were stone.
