Limoira
Space. What a commodity. You would think, with all there was of it in the world, there would be that much less need to invade mine. But, no, of course it has to be the perky princess of playfulness that pops up behind me. I don't see any reason to really worry over her actual presence at the moment, but would it really hurt the girl to respect my space?
Apparently, yes it would. Oh, poor, pitiful baby. Can't stand being away from me that far? I'm sure you'll figure out something. Eventually. For now, I don't find it worth my time to move. This spot is warm, without overpowering me. I'm staying sitting here. So long as someone doesn't exactly get closer, then I believe we've reached a proximity stalemate. Enjoy it or not.
Golden-black stare to her glassy red, there is no emotion attached. No thought lingers behind. And I find myself perfectly fine with that. Thoughts get interrupted far too easily if there are others about. The fact of the matter remains that nothing about this current situation calls for letting my guard down any, relation or no. But isn't that typical for myself.
The only response to the imploring gaze is a few words that seem ready to leave my mouth. And a blink.
"Beth. Sit."
I may not be a "family" type, but I know a good thought when it crosses my mind. If any others were to attempt approach, then surely little miss talkative over here would give them enough conversation that I could think again in peace. Elsewhere, if plausible.
fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices in my ear
death before my eyes, upon my end shall I begin
forsaken, all are fallen, for I rise to meet the end
Baphomet x Ishtar
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