White December

It didn't take long for him to begin backpedaling at her response, and he almost seemed flustered, desperate to try and reconcile the mistake he thought he made. The sad look in his eyes seemed to confirm it, and she only listened, ears flicking in either direction to pay attention to the surroundings and to him. As his words sink in she briefly lets another silence overtake them, cogs working in her brain to process a response. She had to agree with him, but he also didn't seem to understand that she absolutely had nothing but her past. She hadn't accomplished much here in Helovia, hadn't contributed to her herd or helped anyone's life in a meaningful way, not even in the slighest. Her life could best be described as her coasting along until something interesting happened, although no one really noticed her passing by. He had been the first to notice, to inspect more than just her outside or even her first words. It made her wonder, was she just a game for him? A new puzzle to work and fiddle with until all the pieces are aligned and the picture is perfectly displayed in pristine condition? Even if she was, which December doubted, if he were to manage such a feat, the picture he would find wouldn't be so pretty. Her pieces were torn, flayed and ripped, some missing and others not quite the right shape. She was malformed and misconstruded, a brilliant mess in her own way.

Suddenly he was moving closer, steps evident from the echo of the walls, and before she knew it his side was merely inches from hers, causing every inch of her spine to tingle. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, showing her lack of experience with physical contact, even if he hadn't even fully commited. No, she knew at least that he was being polite, inviting her to accept only if she wished to do so. Her expression returned to normal swiftly, the initial shock over, and with a deep mental breath... she took the plunge. Grey hairs mixed with white and dunskin, meshing perfectly as their sides pressed together, filling the woman with instant warmth, and a tingling sensation. His words were almost dimmed out because of her haze, but she managed to catch most of it, and finally she looked to him once again, no longer with a stoic expression. Her eyes showed her fear, uncertainty, and her lips were slightly parted in what she could only assume to be surprise.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do. She didn't know how these things worked, how you were supposed to touch or caress someone, or even how to accept their advances. Was she supposed to just stand there now, let him remain where he was and wait it out, was there magic in simply that? Or was she supposed to do something else? As her eyes shifted from her pale blues, she found them slowly making their way down his neck , and landing on his chest. It suddenly looked rather inviting. Briefly letting her gaze flicker back to him under long lashes, she decided to try something, reaching her massive skull down and towards the center of his chest. Her attempt had been to press her cheek and nose softly against him, to feel his fur and muscles and explore it, but since she wasn't used to such... gentle expressions... she went too fast and bumped her nose rather abruptly against it. A grunt escaped her of surprise and mild irritation, as now her movements were awkward as she tried to make up for her mistake. His scent filling her nostrils overwhelmed her, sending millions of messages through her nervous system, encouraging multiple ways to take action, leaving her rigid and dumbfounded. So there she stood, the tip of her nose just pressed against his chest awkwardly, eyes staring straight at it as she had no idea what else to do.

Finally having enough of the silence, and also worried he was wondering just what the fuck she was doing, she took in a breath, before speaking in her low timbre, voice not nearly as sure as before,"I don't know how things like this are supposed to work." She had always been to the point about everything, so why should this be different. She didn't know what he was expecting out of this, what he wanted her to do or even what he wanted himself to do, but to say she didn't like the effort he was taking to bring himself closer to her would be an outright lie. He was gentle, warm, kind and inviting, things she had never been. She was cold, non-expressive, abrasive and blunt. What was it about her that appealed him so much, why was he still here? The question bubbled in her throat, but she stopped herself, not wanting to risk him pulling away from her, even if it would be for just a moment. He needed to stay right where he was, touching her, keeping her warm and making her feel like that for once, she was alive.



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Tag: Miykael
OOC: Aww... she really likes him lol. Awkward December.