Cedar Sweep the war has been incited and guess what you're all invited

the air shifts between them, twisting in a somewhat manic dance resulting in this electrified buzz that renders her breathless. ears lean back in slight discomfort, she feels....vulnerable, exposed- not something she was used to and therefore was left feeling..off for lack of a better word. searching eyes lean into his gaze, searching for answers to the questions that this aura had created. yet what she's met with she can not distinguish whatsoever and is left glancing fleetingly away, fearful at the way his golden light pierced into her darkness in ways she didn't understand.  her shoulders roll back stiffly, eyes reluctant to dedicate themselves to focusing upon his hulking frame even if she was careful to keep him within her peripheral vision. 

it comes as a surprise even to her to find a faint smile tugging at her lips at the abruptness of his expressed no. eyes dare to flick back to his painted face, finding an appreciated flicker of boldness in the relatability of that simple word. it does however, make her aware of how different this sitiaution is to what she experienced with aries...and something about comparing the two wakes this rolling wave of guilty shame in her gut as if she was doing something wrong. what was her mind suggesting by pinning them against each other anyway? why did it roam restlessly between the shadow and the ghost when she claimed to feel as aloof towards both as she did towards any others. yet despite her attempts to push those contradictions forth to dominance, the comparisons break through anyway. for with aries it had been a competition of sorts, tense, brash and bold yet with rosencrantz...it consisted of a purer, bashful safety. both, though, weren't without that electrical buzz.

a restless twitch of her long tail; what the fuck did it mean? perhaps she knew...but....'do you?' it frees her from her reverie and there's a moment in which she has to grasp with confusion for what it was he asked of her before remembering. a soft laugh breaks out now, unwelcomed yet seemingly determined to make itself known with its sharpness. her head shakes slowly, gaze burning into his; aware of how his own look softened and at a complete loss as to what to do about it. "not in the slightest" she manages to get out, silky voice a little bumpier than usual but the bemused smile does linger. it was at this moment that most wolves would likely open up to each other and find release in such an action but the knowledge that he too found that escape in action over talk meant so much more to the soldier. 

he leans closer in a smooth subtle motion yet the woman is caught freezing nonethless, a want to flee suddenly rearing its head but batted away by the instinct to also lean closer so that the sharp air between them was diminished until it was just this warm, moving space of their shared exhales. ears lay completely flat now as large eyes accept the light of his bright orbs, above the stars twinkle giddily as her tail swishes slowly at her hocks.