HUSH, CHILD, THE DARKNESS WILL RISE FROM THE DEEP
"That was SO stupid. But man, I needed a laugh.” Braith sighed, close to resigning to his fate of being an unwitting companion to the mare. Though he wasn't quite there yet. He had some dignity left, right? "I'm so happy to be of assistance." His voice is flat, void of emotion, and as he shifts slightly in the grass he lets out a huff. He would reply but that didn't mean he had to be enjoying himself.
“I’m Mathilde, by the way. What’s your name?” He opens his mouth to reply, only for her to not wait even a moment for his name and he frowns. "I just washed up a couple of days ago. No idea where we are. Do you?” He watches as she lowers her head, narrowing his eyes.
"My turn?" His question is rhetorical of course as she continues speaking, and he doubts she even heard a word he said. "Also, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my face. I’m fucking stunning. You’re probably just jealous.” He says nothing for a moment, realizing that it is his turn once again. After all that she will get nothing but sarcasm. Though it was his default setting more often than late.
"Yes, that must be it." Braith rolls his eyes, "Quite jealous." He closes his eyes, intending to cease the conversation finally until he hears a thump and feels a vibration in the grass. He snaps his eyes open to see she'd lain down right next to him. "Hey, hey!" he grumbled, pinning his ears and leaning away from her.
No response.
"Are you sleeping?" He couldn't believe it. "Incredible." Not only had this stranger interrupted his self loathing, she'd talked his ear off, and then gone to sleep! Braith wiggled in the grass, kicking his legs out for leverage as he flipped over onto his back, and then to the other side so he was facing away from sleeping beauty.
Maybe he'd get some peace and quiet now. He figured it was unlikely.
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