04-19-2009, 12:22 PM
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Somehow, her words assured him one way or another; he wasn't weird for feeling emotions, he wasn't weird for his adulation or adoration for that gray girl's eyes, even if words had never surfaced to express to her face. He wasn't like that, that Jefferson, he wasn't one to fall in love. The cyclops wasn't capable of kissing someone, let alone trusting them to get near enough to him. He'd made mistakes around that girl, letting her remain in his presence time and time again and looking forward to seeing her on sparse occasions. Why had that never occurred to him before? He was so swept with emotions all of a sudden, swept by the fact that he could have swept up that green-eyed goddess and run off with her if only she'd been near enough.
"Ah... you sound like her," he said, green eye peering up at her from his position across the bed. For a moment, the gray wolfess from home and the white one above him suddenly seemed like twins, identical and indistinguishable apart. His smile stretched some, back curving as it was pushed off the bed. He sat up and reached his hand to her slowly, capturing her face in his grasp and connecting their eyes. "I'vf flown a thousand times," he smirked some sort of oblivious invitation, unknowing to the concrete reality of the statement. He didn't even know what he was saying.