Phantom Hollow [m] destroy the middle

Atka was quiet, she knew she was safe, and would be in his presence, but something about him was so intense to her, leaving her at a loss for words, like the breath in her lungs was stolen from her under his stare. Atka figured he'd always have that affect on her. She blinked after her silence, pushing away the rambling in her mind.

❝Maybe you'd be right.❞ Atka smiled, pressing her nose to his head before pulling her head back.

Almost unnoticeable, her smirk almost dipped into a frown as she eyed him. Something was bothering him. Atka knew that the eyes she looked into had seen things she'd never imagine. They were old eyes, regardless of the time he'd spent in this world, but she liked that. However, today his aura was accompanied by more intensity. Atka ignored it though, simply content to see him, tail disturbing the dying leaves under her with a wag as she sat down.

❝Perhaps you did as well?❞ Her brow quirked, smirk sill present.