[M] the fear of being alone

Pripyat Soul · 10-27-2011, 02:18 PM

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this table better? Also Prip’s facial expressions are pretty neutral, not particularly angry or sorrowful!

The girl turned up to face him and the boy met her gaze evenly. Her’s was the same face he had seen joyful on the beach, at the pack hunting and other such encounters. And yet it was not the same, for the expression had changed and Tawny herself was not the same creature he had known before. Where once she was shy and frightened of him she now seemed concerned. Pr-Pripyat? Why so sad? Did his voice really convey as much, or was it more that the loss of Arye clung to him heavy. Like the scent of a skunk, it was unbearable and surely others would wish to avoid, but similarly it was near impossible to wash off the first, second or even third bath.

“I am not the one sleeping out in the cold.” It was easier to deflect the focus from himself, for even if he were burdened with sorrow, sharing Arye with anyone else, even in death, seemed unthinkable. Tawny had a home, this he knew for he had passed it from time to time, her scent permeating the dwelling and spilling outside. He did not have to wonder if she had a place to sleep, he knew. The boy settled himself down Indian style, making himself on the girl’s level as she sat up with animal skins wrapped around her. Idly he fingered a candle, almost taking two fingers to extinguish it but pulling back his hand before the fire spurted out under his digits. ”What are you doing here? This isn’t a place to sleep Tawny.” Almost his words were admonishing, yet they died at the end. The girl could sleep where she pleased, but he wondered, why? And even though he wondered and wished to direct her towards more appropriate slumbering locations, he had not the energy to put any sincerity into his chastising.

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