We spent our lives, running through the wasteland
Word Count → 330 :: Harassing Hael for the fun of it ^^;
Despite the soreness of her body, she walked with both confidence and the appearance of ease, citron and chartreuse eyes cast upwards feigning disinterest of what was going on around her although that was far from the truth. Intently she listened to the heavier foot steps beside her, feeling the occasional brief touch of the brindle male's arm against hers, as if he was repeatedly trying to reassure her that he was still there and anchor her to the earth whilst her eyes stared at the sky. Breathing steadily she forced her expression into one of deceptive neutrality, the look she tended to show when she was observing something from an artistic point of view. Relying on her senses aside from sight she judged the males steps, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike her childish stunt, finding in her patience she wasn't aware she had to complete something as ridiculous as tripping up the brindle greyhound.
Breathing in, her eyes flicked down a fraction, noting the brindle's pale gave looking straight ahead she took the moment and stuck her leg out, flinching slightly as the male's collided with hers, but the pain was worth it and she threw her head back, running off straight ahead howling with high-pitched laughter, pleased that her prank had worked so well. Not that she got far, for as quickly as he'd fallen, the ex-slave was back on her case and plucked her up off the ground, arms wrapping around the midnight woman's waist and pinning her securely against his chest. Right arm flailing and legs kicking out she began to scream with laughter all over again, the high notes of hers blending with the greyhound deeper tones. “I give, I give. Lemme down, lemme down” the words were gasped as she thought for air, but the brindle heard her and settled her carefully down to the ground, keeping one arm loosely around her waist to stop her from trying anything stupid so soon.
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.
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