Chilly Nights & Cloudy Skies (RP/Private/M)
Aug 16, 2021 16:23:15 GMT -7
Post by Hoarfrost Imp on Aug 16, 2021 16:23:15 GMT -7
Sensations. A crisp jolt shot through her at the initial touch and it descended into something like indirect irritation. She'd mostly mastered her illness but there were times when it crept upon her and made her question this confusion of senses and their actual origins.
The distraction was brief but though the whole short ordeal she'd missed whatever Sekitan had done prior to his departure but his sudden shift in behavior and the mood she swept him for had shifted.
Had he purged something?
For him. Then the healer. Standing up to her minuscule height on the table she took Kahimi's face in her many little clawed hands and stared into heterochromia for what could have been forever. Lost. Wondering what it was she was even looking for. Maybe a mystical sign of connection or the truth of the world as they experienced it through their little vessels. All the little creases of tension wept out of her till she was supple and smooth of appearance, lips ever so slightly apart with the points of many many teeth just barely peaking through.
Then a thrum of chakra. A sonar that grasped out at the greater edges of 100 meters where she felt the ping of Sekitan. Tenshina. Marii and company. Kahimi. The staff.
She didn't know how to express this new wellspring of emotions that'd sprung up in her but she felt the world here becoming more and more dangerous. Something between sick envy and anger at Tenshina's spoken endearments to the out of line shadow of the past nipped on her nerves. Like her words completely denied Kahimi's existence. Like there was a clear line of fission and
There was a pursing of her lips before she let Kahimi take her hand, flickering invisible and climbing down off the table like it was the most agonizing thing ever to make their exit.
"I do not like them."
-exit-
The distraction was brief but though the whole short ordeal she'd missed whatever Sekitan had done prior to his departure but his sudden shift in behavior and the mood she swept him for had shifted.
Had he purged something?
For him. Then the healer. Standing up to her minuscule height on the table she took Kahimi's face in her many little clawed hands and stared into heterochromia for what could have been forever. Lost. Wondering what it was she was even looking for. Maybe a mystical sign of connection or the truth of the world as they experienced it through their little vessels. All the little creases of tension wept out of her till she was supple and smooth of appearance, lips ever so slightly apart with the points of many many teeth just barely peaking through.
Then a thrum of chakra. A sonar that grasped out at the greater edges of 100 meters where she felt the ping of Sekitan. Tenshina. Marii and company. Kahimi. The staff.
She didn't know how to express this new wellspring of emotions that'd sprung up in her but she felt the world here becoming more and more dangerous. Something between sick envy and anger at Tenshina's spoken endearments to the out of line shadow of the past nipped on her nerves. Like her words completely denied Kahimi's existence. Like there was a clear line of fission and
There was a pursing of her lips before she let Kahimi take her hand, flickering invisible and climbing down off the table like it was the most agonizing thing ever to make their exit.
"I do not like them."
-exit-