the boys who kiss and bite
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write;
She wondered: would he be angry? Would he feel as though she had been ungrateful? Or would he miss her and simply worry for her safety? She chuckled quietly at her own vanity. The guilt was fading. It had already been a few days since the babbling monster had wounded Coszcotl, and she was feeling less ashamed about leaving him as the hours passed. Soon she would be at peace with it. This was her nature: a flighty, independent creature. But she had seen the good in him, the kindness in his spirit, and she would think of him often. This, too, was her nature. She never forgot those that crossed her path. Today he was in the sunrise, its mounting brilliance reminiscent of the fire in his friendly eyes.
A voice.
She jumped slightly at the sound, snatched suddenly from her sunrise reverie. A quiet moment passed while she fought to calm the startled beating of her heart; if he had meant to harm her, a greeting would be the last thing on his tongue. A friendly smile played across her face as she turned to take him in. The turn of her head was deliberately slow, sensual even; there was no rushing her this morning. Her lavender eyes searched the stranger’s face for ill intent – the encounter with Tobias still fresh in her mind – but beyond that, she was welcoming.
She rose to all fours, ears pricked forward curiously, and took a few steps toward him. He seemed safe. Perhaps even handsome, though it was hard to be sure from this distance. She wanted to see him better. “There’s enough for two, I think,” she replied invitingly, her tail swishing in answer to his well-meaning gesture. A blue jay called out from the trees at his back, breaking the quiet morning atmosphere; everything would be awake soon. “I won’t bite,” she teased. With that, she sat again, curling her tail around her legs, waiting patiently while the morning sun warmed her back.
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak
to be the one;
H U S H
five ** soul ** home ** |