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Posted on June 2, 2013 at 03:39:00 AM by HUSH
 the boys who kiss and bite
He was smiling on her, as she’d smiled on so many different faces, but somehow his smile was deeper. More real. She didn’t really think he could fake such an endearing expression; it required too much emotion. It was a rare creature who could invoke the softness in his eyes without actually feeling the associated attachment. She couldn’t even pretend that well, and she was a masterful flirt. Having ascertained the extent of his injuries – a hurt paw, a slight limp – she gave herself leave to sit down and reassemble the chaos that was her mind. Her eyes drifted around the clearing as the storm of information settled, eventually landing on Dante. So it was true. He had imprinted on her after all. It was the only explanation for his complete change in attitude. The very idea of her in harm’s way had been enough to send him into the vicinity of a violent bear. And he had saved her life. Again, she was indebted to someone who was all but a stranger. Except this was different. He was emotionally invested in her; this had not been a random act of kindness. Did she owe him more? How could one owe more than the only life they had? The thought darkened her lavender eyes, though her face was stony, until she rose from his side and turned to face him. She would reward him, as was her way, by offering her closeness. The scent of her on his fur. A brief nudge of her nose to his cheek seemed sufficient; hopefully he would be pleased to know that she wasn’t afraid of him now. Even if she was still confused by the situation. “Thank you, Dante,” she said quietly, letting him hear his name on her breath. She smiled at him, a gentle and honest look, before taking a few steps toward the edge of the clearing and turning to look back at him over her shoulder. “ Resting sounds wonderful, but I can’t do it here. I can’t relax…” She trailed off. The bear, the strangeness of her surroundings, and the familiar urge to run were all too much to say aloud. But the indescribable tether between herself and Dante somehow kept her grounded. What did that mean? “Since you know I don’t live here, will you escort me halfway home? Just halfway? Forgive me, I’m a private person.” She knew he would oblige before she asked, and she knew he would allow her the privacy she needed, even if he didn’t agree with or understand it. She waved her tail at him invitingly and waited. they sing in clever tongues
five ** bound by Dante ** midwestern crater ** |
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