 Table © Alaine OOC: hilarity xDD +5
The woman had giggled, a giggling that Cotl found to be misplaced. Cotl didn't understand what the hell was so funny about her falling all over him when he was in the middle of relaxing. He'd been forced out of his meditation early, and it wasn't the best of things that Cotl had to deal with, but he'd deal with whatever he had to later he guessed since the woman was here, in his face now. She pointed out that he was angry. He was slightly. His pierced brow had twitched as the woman had pointed it out, and he noted her voice, small like a pup's, guilty, sad. Cotl snorted lightly, a frown hugged his face, no room for a smile it didn't look like. There were pretty much only two different looks that Cotl could give, and this was not time for that wicked grin of his. He sat there, arms pulled back on the side of the pool again when the woman had put her knuckle into her mouth and then she started to talk. He then noticed that thick scent of liquor that had come off of her. Her words were also a dead giveaway because of the slurring. What the woman was doing drunk and going towards the Grotto was beyond him. No matter how mad he was now, he already could feel himself getting less and less angry, and more caring about the wellfare of the woman, and making sure she did not drown or hurt herself.
She would tell him sorry before he would actually say anything. He didn't need her apology, nor did he take it as a true one, and she had placed her hands on his shoulders, holding her head up above the water. He let her, knowing now that she was just drunk, and she had to deal with him drunk the other day, so he had let his impatience be put in the back of his mind, and instead, he let concern come forward. What did he do? Why did he leave that door open? He shouldn't have. Emotion was bound to creep out like a stalker looking at it's prey in the shadows. Cotl was the prey and Emotion was the hunter. Cotl, you better watch out.
" Du nicht hurts, rights? Didn't hits du head or anydhing, ja?" the man asked the woman, making sure she was not hurt. He wasn't hurt, so he was not concerned about himself. " Die grotto ist dangerous vhen -FUCKBITCH-drunk, du know dis, ja?" the man asked, wondering why the hell the woman would want to come out here by herself, drunk as shit. She probably wouldn't even be able to swim right without him being there. He wondered if he wasn't here, if she would have drown just now, her screams unheard because of the lack of anyone being around. It would have been a horrible fate, and Cotl would not have been happy if the woman had fallen in and drowned. Cotl would have been even more pissed at the world because the world would have wanted to fuck him over again. Cotl already felt like he got fucked over by that wolf killing his nephew. He didn't need the water to take one of his only friends. One of his only lovers, if she could effectively be called this.
" Cotl is talking!" |
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