December 08, 2024, 02:25 AM
Tact and diplomacy had been taught to Catamaran just as well as it had been his sisters. In his adult life, he used it as a tool to keep himself alive and in good favor. It had been natural to use it his dealings with Seastorm, more and more liberally as they grew used to one another's presence. But there was a place, too, for honesty and pragmatism. It was a mark of his respect for her that he felt more and more need to speak plainly.
Respect, right then, felt as though it had somehow fallen short. She came to him reluctantly, begrudgingly, sullen even if she was not quite cold. That, too, was her right.
But if he was honest with himself, Catamaran knew he didn't like it.
"When I said I would feed you, I said it in good faith." he told her, giving in to the urge to try and fix things. "We're both meant to get something out of it — and you won't get any better if you keep straining the break."
He was no healer, but he knew that much.
Catamaran pressed the tip of his muzzle to her nape.
"I don't want to use other people," he told her, his voice low as if admitting to some great weakness. He knew it was a terribly naive sentiment to carry, and he expected it would lower her estimation of him. But, for reasons currently beyond him, he wanted her to understand. "We made a trade. You get a chance to rest and heal, and I get this. It doesn't matter if I wanted more. I'd be worse than useless to you if I was keeping you from healing."
And he knew he didn't want to be that.
Respect, right then, felt as though it had somehow fallen short. She came to him reluctantly, begrudgingly, sullen even if she was not quite cold. That, too, was her right.
But if he was honest with himself, Catamaran knew he didn't like it.
"When I said I would feed you, I said it in good faith." he told her, giving in to the urge to try and fix things. "We're both meant to get something out of it — and you won't get any better if you keep straining the break."
He was no healer, but he knew that much.
Catamaran pressed the tip of his muzzle to her nape.
"I don't want to use other people," he told her, his voice low as if admitting to some great weakness. He knew it was a terribly naive sentiment to carry, and he expected it would lower her estimation of him. But, for reasons currently beyond him, he wanted her to understand. "We made a trade. You get a chance to rest and heal, and I get this. It doesn't matter if I wanted more. I'd be worse than useless to you if I was keeping you from healing."
And he knew he didn't want to be that.
"Northern" | "Common"
December 08, 2024, 02:51 AM
Another foreign thing to face; Seastorm was no stranger to hurt at the hands of another, but never had anyone tried to soothe her in the aftermath. The assassin was quiet for a long time after Catamaran spoke; thoughtful, warming even in absence of words. It was the closest thing to kindness anyone had ever given her, not unlike that day he'd found her past the borders.
She wasn't sure that a wolf existed anywhere in the world who was not capable of inflicting some kind of hurt. Maybe the closest anyone ever got was this: someone who cared enough to try to fix it, whether he could or not.
She wasn't sure that a wolf existed anywhere in the world who was not capable of inflicting some kind of hurt. Maybe the closest anyone ever got was this: someone who cared enough to try to fix it, whether he could or not.
Maybe I need this, too,Seastorm allowed softly after a time; her own admission of weakness, a glimpse of vulnerability to match the bounty hunter. She tucked herself closer and left the rest unspoken.
Seastorm currently has a broken foreleg
December 08, 2024, 04:22 AM
At first, he thought she would continue to sulk, leaving him to pine for her dubious affections. But the tightness in her shoulders eased under the press of his mouth, and he smiled to himself, safe from her penetrating gaze.
But when she spoke, it stole the smile on his face and the earth underneath him. His heart beat strangely — too hard, and in every inch of him — for one painful second. If she said anything else, he missed it over the static clamoring in his ears.
It was a long while before he, too, relaxed, and longer still before he finally slept.
But when she spoke, it stole the smile on his face and the earth underneath him. His heart beat strangely — too hard, and in every inch of him — for one painful second. If she said anything else, he missed it over the static clamoring in his ears.
It was a long while before he, too, relaxed, and longer still before he finally slept.
"Northern" | "Common"
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