10/14/2025, 8:33 PM
"leotie..." the name rolls like seal's fat off his tongue, and a smile gently curves his mouth. it suits her— a soft, whispering thing. delicate in a way he seeks to crack open and consume.
all in time...all in time.
"i am not hurt. only tired." rather than asking the same question in turn he leans close, jaws parting and nostrils flaring. his nose traces the fur of her neck, memorizing her scent as best he can— and he finds no notable wounds there.
all in time...all in time.
"i am not hurt. only tired." rather than asking the same question in turn he leans close, jaws parting and nostrils flaring. his nose traces the fur of her neck, memorizing her scent as best he can— and he finds no notable wounds there.