On his back, Sin laid sawing logs. His paws were tucked loosely to his chest and his read ones were crossed over each other to one side. He made almost a perfect white crescent moon on the floor of the den he had moved into. He sighed in and yawned, just barely reaching the state between consciousness and sleep. As was common lately, Cersei’s scent seemed to linger in his nose, as if he were dreaming that she was near. He’d never tell her that she was on his mind… like a lot. On the patrols he did in the morning, Sinclair often passed objects that he thought, for one ridiculous moment, he should bring back for Cersei; like sand dollars, feathers, or flowers. Sinclair had almost, twice, actually brought her a gift. But he abandoned the action quickly, too nervous to go and give her anything.
He flicked a paw across his muzzle, trying to force himself back into sleep and remove thoughts of the red colored she-pup from his mind. He was entirely sure something was wrong with him, but who could he talk to? His brother had gone off on his own and Sin sure as fire wasn’t going to ask his mom about what thinking about a girl meant. Cause she would tease him. He was positive. Plus, he feared the power of gossip. What if Cersei heard?! How would he get out of that one? He didn’t want her to avoid him for thinking he was some creep or something. Ugh. Look at this. Now he was thinking about not thinking about Cersei. He groaned yawned again, and her smell tickled his nose again. Sleep, dude. It did strange things, just like when he woke up tasting and chewing food after dreaming about it.
Sin blinked his eyes open into slits. His brain was entirely too active to call back sleep, so he had decided he would wake up rather than lay idle all morning. Then OOF! Sinclair huffed as a weight landed on his chest and stomach. His eyes widened in fearful surprise as he yelped at the same time Cersei’s joyous voice shocked him to alertness. After this, Sin realized what had happened and the fear in his eyes vanished as he gazed up into the bright blue-lavender eyes of his friend. He grinned at her warmly, feeling very happy that she had chosen to see him first thing today. As he batted at her black nose with a gentle paw, he exclaimed, “Cersei! It’s like… dawn!” He wasn’t sure if he was scolding her or greeting her. Either way, he was coiled with excitement at her visit to his new den.
He growled playfully at her and reached his neck up to bite at her softly. He ended up grabbing hold of her scruff and attempted to roll to the side to pull her off of him. She could resist, being as she had him in a position where she had all the advantage in the world and he had little leverage from being under her. In either case, Sinclair was starting to squirm on the inside between joy and embarrassment. He was a guy, who had just been snuck up on and tackled by a girl. Should he be happy to have been so sought out or shamed to have been “owned” by a girl? … He liked the happy version better. He’d go with that to save himself a headache of wondering why he’s felt secretly pleased that Cersei had gotten the better of him. |