all alone, dancing in the dark

[Magnolia Takekuro]

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Her hands worked in a quick fashion, the petite woman was more than determined to finish this trap quickly before things got too weird between them. She braided the thinner branches together, throwing in some leaves in the patchwork mess to make it a little more hidden. It wasn’t exactly the most beautiful object Maggie had ever made, but it would definitely do the job. Hopefully before too long the duo could come back to see someone fallen in. The doe might rot by then but it would still hopefully work as some sort of inviting gesture to a random passer-by. The pair worked in silence and the girl hummed quietly to herself until Denver said something. She whipped her head around to him as he started speaking. The woman smiled back at him, suddenly feeling sorry about her silence. However, despite his request, her ears flattened and she still remained quiet.

Magnolia’s silence really had no source other than the nervousness that was being built up in her stomach. It kept rising with every minute that the woman stayed silent. It made breathing difficult and swallowing damn near impossible, and her thoughts were racing. Maggie sighed, feeling the tightness reach the very top of her throat. She kept looking away and back again at him, eyes searching his for something to say. This ordeal pretty pathetic on her part; she didn’t know what to do about this hilariously awkward situation. After some time the girl wiped her paws on her thighs, jade eyes again focused on the shoddy trap before them. Sorry, Denver. Trap looks almost finished, don’t you think? Maggie looked over at her companion again, this time worried he might consider her super delayed response rude. She really wasn’t trying to be; he was the first creature that could silence the loquacious woman at any given moment. She just felt all out of sorts around him, and wasn’t physically capable of acknowledging his statement without her throat closing up and making her gurgle in desperation.

Image by Sean McMenemy, table by Tammi!

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