Tupilaq couldn't be sure how long she had rested - five minutes, ten maybe - her head swimming and her pale gaze glazed as she blinked groggily. Her efforts did nothing to help her and she might have missed the white blur that flew over her if not for the echoing sound of his paws hitting the ground.
Her head turned, blearily taking in the the white shape before her. It could have been any of them, she reasoned and her gaze slid away blankly - as if she didn't see them. Whoever it was, they'd leave her alone soon enough.
The tundrian might have continued to ignore him, lost in some post-high stupor, but he was approaching and his voice caused her ears to give a hopeful perk.
"Nukilik?" The greeting rolled off her tongue without her meaning for it to. The berserker had no capacity to be embarrassed about it, too distracted was she by stumbling to her paws and making her way over to him.
As in their previous encounters, her face seemed to lose its ability as a mask and became instead a book for Tomkin to read. The girl allowed herself to drink him in, disbelief clear in her moonlight gaze. In her experience, when people disappeared for weeks without word that meant you never saw them again. Truthfully, she hadn't expected to see the Aarluk again but admittedly, she thinks to herself, she had missed him. Not his presence, she's only spoken to him once, but she'd hoped they would be friends.
"I wondered if you were coming back," she admits, though she's not sure why. Her gaze drops suddenly, as if subconcious. She must look different than he remembers.
The waif is gaunt, seeming to have lost more weight since arriving on the glacier. The high dip of her hips and the bony protrusions of her ribs can be seen even when she stands still - her silver eyes sunken in her thin face. The old injuries have healed badly, leaving her more scarred than before and Uki is embarrassed that she's such a mess but it doesn't matter because Tomkin came back.
Tapeesa presses close, her inhibitions forgotten and her courage strengthened by the mushrooms, sniffs the wild scent that comes off him. She strokes his shoulder comfortingly as she pulls away, almost as if to say I missed you in her secret, silent language.
Her head turned, blearily taking in the the white shape before her. It could have been any of them, she reasoned and her gaze slid away blankly - as if she didn't see them. Whoever it was, they'd leave her alone soon enough.
The tundrian might have continued to ignore him, lost in some post-high stupor, but he was approaching and his voice caused her ears to give a hopeful perk.
"Nukilik?" The greeting rolled off her tongue without her meaning for it to. The berserker had no capacity to be embarrassed about it, too distracted was she by stumbling to her paws and making her way over to him.
As in their previous encounters, her face seemed to lose its ability as a mask and became instead a book for Tomkin to read. The girl allowed herself to drink him in, disbelief clear in her moonlight gaze. In her experience, when people disappeared for weeks without word that meant you never saw them again. Truthfully, she hadn't expected to see the Aarluk again but admittedly, she thinks to herself, she had missed him. Not his presence, she's only spoken to him once, but she'd hoped they would be friends.
"I wondered if you were coming back," she admits, though she's not sure why. Her gaze drops suddenly, as if subconcious. She must look different than he remembers.
The waif is gaunt, seeming to have lost more weight since arriving on the glacier. The high dip of her hips and the bony protrusions of her ribs can be seen even when she stands still - her silver eyes sunken in her thin face. The old injuries have healed badly, leaving her more scarred than before and Uki is embarrassed that she's such a mess but it doesn't matter because Tomkin came back.
Tapeesa presses close, her inhibitions forgotten and her courage strengthened by the mushrooms, sniffs the wild scent that comes off him. She strokes his shoulder comfortingly as she pulls away, almost as if to say I missed you in her secret, silent language.
nukilik: one who is strong, aarluk: orca (both are mental nicknames she associates to Tomkin, for his size, strength and coloring)
"And you're tired of not being strong."
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Oh, how they tear at you now - by Uki - August 27, 2018, 01:37 PM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Tomkin - September 04, 2018, 11:34 PM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Uki - September 05, 2018, 08:39 AM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Tomkin - September 12, 2018, 06:08 PM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Uki - September 13, 2018, 10:19 AM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Tomkin - September 28, 2018, 12:54 PM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Uki - September 28, 2018, 02:25 PM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Tomkin - October 05, 2018, 12:40 PM
RE: Oh, how they tear at you now - by Uki - October 09, 2018, 01:05 PM