Duck Lake montefitu

twitch stares at him, expression flat, unreadable. his words roll off her like water, teasing and careless, like he knows something she doesn’t. annoying. he is lucky he is her only source of protection right now, or else she would do horrible, terrible things to him (she would not).

tɨkka. she doesn’t know the word, but she doesn’t ask. better not to, just in case it was an insult. he didn’t say it like one, but who knows.

instead, she puffs and shifts her weight like she might just leave. like she should. she does not.

“i will deeply consider it,” she mutters. maybe if she needed him to bait it out so she could scamper off. she could still feel her heart beating in her chest, too loud in her ears, and it makes her uneasy with anticipation. she tries to distract herself by watching the herd instead. it does not work, so she continues to fidget.

“would you rather i sleep with you?” it’s meant as a jest, but she realizes quickly how it can be taken out of context. it is too late to take it back, she realizes, so she commits to the bit with the straightest face she can manage.