08-28-2009, 08:22 PM
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oooh, pretty av! i apologize if this post ends up being the suck, am writing in the back seat while parents driving to utah XD. 314 words
Her grin as Ares lied down made him happy, and proud that he was considerate enough to help her with her self-assigned task. Roses. He commmitted the name, the smell, the bright and vivid colors to his memory, tied up intricately with the blonde girl who presented them. He didn't have to be very clever to figure out that Noir wanted him to answer that her brother was wrong, and so he did. In truth, he hadn't ever really considered colors enough to have an opinion on most of them. Considering it now, he supposed the only thing pink had going against it was that his mother had been overly fond of the color. "Of course not, pink is very nice." Another grin of his own. And then he was beflowered, which apparently pleased Noir enough to wag her tail and make a silly face.
Surprisingly, then, catching Ares completely and utterly off guard, Noir pressed close to him. He stiffened instinctively, then realized that duh, of course, she wasn't going to hurt him.. Why would she? It just confused the heck out of him. Tokyo had never let him anywhere near unless it was to toss him around a little, and even Princess had been aloof. Tokyo encouraged her to stay by her side, anyway, which was a place Ares wasn't welcome. Basically, casual contact - or, any contact, really, was something incredibly bewildering. It was... nice, though, so he tried to un-tense. He didn't really know what was expected of him in return, though, and felt terribly awkward because of that. Ares nudged her neck with his muzzle, tentatively attempting a much more reserved copy of her action, hoping that was what he was supposed to do. Her scent was very.. pretty? It was a weird choice of word to describe the scent, but it sort of seemed fitting in this instance.
Her grin as Ares lied down made him happy, and proud that he was considerate enough to help her with her self-assigned task. Roses. He commmitted the name, the smell, the bright and vivid colors to his memory, tied up intricately with the blonde girl who presented them. He didn't have to be very clever to figure out that Noir wanted him to answer that her brother was wrong, and so he did. In truth, he hadn't ever really considered colors enough to have an opinion on most of them. Considering it now, he supposed the only thing pink had going against it was that his mother had been overly fond of the color. "Of course not, pink is very nice." Another grin of his own. And then he was beflowered, which apparently pleased Noir enough to wag her tail and make a silly face.
Surprisingly, then, catching Ares completely and utterly off guard, Noir pressed close to him. He stiffened instinctively, then realized that duh, of course, she wasn't going to hurt him.. Why would she? It just confused the heck out of him. Tokyo had never let him anywhere near unless it was to toss him around a little, and even Princess had been aloof. Tokyo encouraged her to stay by her side, anyway, which was a place Ares wasn't welcome. Basically, casual contact - or, any contact, really, was something incredibly bewildering. It was... nice, though, so he tried to un-tense. He didn't really know what was expected of him in return, though, and felt terribly awkward because of that. Ares nudged her neck with his muzzle, tentatively attempting a much more reserved copy of her action, hoping that was what he was supposed to do. Her scent was very.. pretty? It was a weird choice of word to describe the scent, but it sort of seemed fitting in this instance.