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[OPEN] Chasing Ghosts [Mesec]

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
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HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


She bristles, the fat one, and Ampere's gaze lazily swings towards her to afford her...something. Attention wouldn't be exactly correct, but she gets something. Ampere's mouth opens, poised as if to respond, but she hiccups instead and it slams shut, teeth rattling a little bit. By then Mesec is speaking, and happily she swings her focus back to him, grinning stupidly once she beholds him. He tells Roskuld to stay, and Ampere bobs her head, just agreeing with him even if she hasn't retained what she's agreeing about - Roskuld is the least of her worries right now (so she thinks).

He goes on and his response to his living situation is matter of fact, which would have wounded her in a more sober climate, but as it is she's kind of forgotten the question she asked him. So instead she gets caught on what he's asking her, and it creates a little giggle that bubbles up from her chest.

"Ooohhhhh I'm aaaaaaay-okaaaaaaaay now," she slurs around her quipping laughter, swaying a bit as her balance lurches between her hooves like a spinning roomba caught in some corners. "'Specially ifff weer 'onna beeee laaaaaying down." She attempts to wink at him, but just shuts both of her eyes for an uncomfortably long time.

"I feel grat!" she promises, answering him again. Then, mixing up her phrasing (or does she?), "yooooou feeeel GRAT!" She's enthusiastic, and it seems to revitalize her, because she's on the move. Her wings drape from her sides loosely, and fan out slightly to catch her wayward balance as she attempts to slink closer to Mesec.

"Hey hey heyheyyyyy, how 'bout we go back to tha beech?" She's adrift in the best memories she has with him, when everything hadn't gone so much to shit, when her heart wasn't torched and torn. The beach, aside from possibly meaning the Throat, was a routine meeting ground of theirs where intimacy had been increasingly shared. She misses that now, buried as it is beneath wolf hair and broken promises. Even if she didn't have Mesec's attention any more, it felt like she lost her friend too.


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Messages In This Thread
Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Ampere - 01-02-2017, 06:07 PM
RE: Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Roskuld - 01-02-2017, 07:15 PM
RE: Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Mesec - 01-05-2017, 08:16 PM
RE: Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Ampere - 01-22-2017, 10:54 PM
RE: Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Roskuld - 01-28-2017, 03:18 PM
RE: Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Mesec - 01-30-2017, 04:24 PM
RE: Chasing Ghosts [Mesec] - by Ampere - 02-05-2017, 12:23 AM

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