This was so frustrating that I was fast getting a pressure in the back of my head. Part of me thinks it is HIS fault - this bond was doing something to me and I could feel... splintered. Shattered. Broken, changed. What in the world? I let out a low growl as he speaks once more in a spanish accent. Friend zoned? "Yes, friend zoned," I scowl beneath my breath as I glare at him. I was beginning to suspect something was different about Orb. That he wasn't.. right in the head. What are the odds I found a crazy imprint?
"You are my imprint," I reply to Kyra bluntly, as if that was obvious. "So yes, I am his soul mate, but I won't BE his mate so don't get any ideas." It was becoming clear, fast, that Diesel or whatever his name was, was a bit insane and I was going to have to speak his language to get him to stop. Now that I was beginning to understand I wasn't as... confused and worried as before. You won't touch her, he growls, and I tilt my head though suspicion laces in my eyes. "I dare him," I edge with a growl, but I am staring at his face hard because I wonder... is he talking to himself maybe?
I would never hurt you. I ease a bit at that, almost smile, my tail twitching of its own accord. Stupid bond. But the next words make me visibly wince. This was NOT romantic and anyways it couldn't be. I loved Halcyon. It is because of this bond I am still here with Diesel as I await him to speak. TO come clean. It seems, judging by the words spilling haphazardly from his lips, that he will do so, and I wait as patiently as I can. "That's right, I'll understand," I say in a falsetto voice, too bright and full of my lies. Likely not.
Except when he tells me I feel it in my soul. It is true. There is... so much there. So much that it causes my head to ache and be muddled. I make a humph sound and suddenly sit down right before him, staring hard at him. "Well..." I drawl out, clearly thinking. "That is a problem. Maybe... maybe I can get you some herbs or something to help these... voices? go away..." Yes... I would fix it.