growing in mirrors

[i a h]

Iah was the kind of boy to offer the lion's share of any plunder or bragging rights to his companion, though not out of courtesy. He was the kind of boy that enjoyed watching people revel in the spoils of war, except it wasn't their happiness that amused him. He was the type of kid that laughed at them and trashed their carnival of sore winning. Iah was a pompus momus, really, as many bullies are.

So as he winded around the trees of the Vale, he sparingly threw Nadjia sleazy smiles to see if she'd blush at even the cheapest of prizes: his attention. A dilettante Romeo, he knew almost nothing of charming girls, but the women he had so far encountered seemed to know even less about worthy suitors. The afternoon spilled molted gold over their coats, enhancing Nadjia's journey (and Iah's accompaniment) with a bohemian romance.

//hahaaaaa -_-//

[Nadjia]

“I truly loath you”
Lies nothing but lies, uttered venomously from pursed lips. An icy glare shot his way as the dame trudged to keep up, her head low and silken scarf dragging. Even through detest she couldn’t help but speed up. Even a few meters apart pulled on her roving heart. He was the closest she ever came to a true family and she could never let him go, not now after finally finding some semblance of home. The lady had been with the masquerading gentleman for many moons never straying too far after she had first heard the corvids call his name. His black eyes were quick to burn their way into her imaginings just a parasite festering and sucking her dry of any sane emotion. It wasn’t love that now made her once slim stature swell with life. But a lust and need that neither one of them could help.
“Wait! I just need a short moment”
It wasn’t long after her hated statement that she had to stop, flopping most unlady like back onto her sore haunches. Heaving a sigh she shifted uneasily drawing ease from his flirty smiles. Her pain stilled as his smirks lit sparks a fire in her veins. It was all too easy to blame him for her current discomfort even if it did take two to tango. She could float forever off the high he provided. Her thoughts temporally misplaced from this journey they had partook on, like spawning fish heading back to a home neither one had ever seen. To a place she needed to be, and be there soon at that.

[i a h]

Not so much her words, but rather her diligence, made Iah smile genuinely (though this, the real Mccoy, he hid from her.) “You're cute,” and he put it plainly and in juxtaposition to her forever pointed comments. This way, it was unclear whether he was talking sweetly or just patronizing her, though it was likely the latter. The ambiguity of his statements were as important as freedom, as he saw it as mental wiggle room. Less important to him was a purposeful step, but that wasn't to say that he didn't like to move quickly in those arbitrary directions that he chose.

And again she complained. “Wait, I need a short moment,” and she immediately threw her slight, feminine, and visually delicate body to the ground. Casually, as if delighted him to stop for some idle chatter, he turned around and stood next to her. “Now, my darling,” he said in his slow, saccharine southern drawl, “if you need more than a short break, we can rest for a little longer. I'm in no rush.” The polite curve of a white smile somehow insisted he was eager to reach whatever destination awaited them, but his words denied it.

[Nadjia]

If canines could purr then the sweet matron would have been. Her Romeos delicacy could melt any ice. “You tease me”She murmured clearly pleased, and as with any female completely forgetful of her former spite. A contented grin lit her delicate features as she leaned into his dark side, resting her head against his shoulder. She inhaled deeply committing his scents to memory “What did I ever do without you?”The words exhaled light like feathers as she closed her two toned eyes revelling in their past encounters. At times like these it was easy to confuse lust with love, for right now she could have sworn she felt the first of the two. They indeed were on no rush, right? She would stop time to keep a moment like this. The damsel could never imagine how lonely she had once felt before her knight had come along, not when she felt so blissful. With pleasantries buzzing in her mind the dame bobbed her head nuzzling into his soft fur, her thick tail thumping softly in momentary content. No wonder she had wound up in this predicament, it was all too easy to fall for tall dark and handsome.

[i a h]

Yearning for a hot body and a pulsing heart – the desires of the young and loveless. The threads, oh no, the heartstrings, fragile and thin, tangle and snap. The emptiness resonates with foreheads pressed together, faces touching, loneliness reflected in eyes. Chest cavities splintered agape, though unbroken. This was their strength and their Achilles's heel both at once. And the afternoon glare spun dust like magic above their heads.

Iah, unwarranted flesh and bones, could always sense the groping of comfortless others. He barely recognized it in himself, but he figured he must have a vague edition of the sickness. As Nadjia angled towards him, pressing her plushy heat against his ribs and his shoulder, he sighed a bit. It was nice to feel someone, to be in their intimate space. Their breaths close enough to mingle, their words trembling in the other's ears. To him, it might be a game, but he was unsure himself.

“No, I flatter you,” but his words didn't sound unsure. He neglected to dish out a smartass retort to her rhetorical question. Instead, he seemed to mull about his own mind and finally, "I'd still be moping over some girl if you weren't here."

[Nadjia]

She had often heard wolves speaking of the divine and things called gods and momentarily she could have believed she had reached a higher plane in awareness. But nothing last forever and the vargs eyes lifted open as she titled her head, gaze questioning. “Another girl?” The words weren’t meant for him, more of a reassuring fact that she had indeed heard the truth. There was more before her? She had never been with another, or ever considered it. They were not of her blood, she could never share herself with just anyone. Thoughts of Iah’s body touching another instantly coiled her stomach in to a strange rolling concoction of sadness and anger. She hadn’t felt such a need to disembowel an unknown face before in her life. Would her lover have left her if she hadn’t stayed so close?
Such thoughts added to her forgotten discomfort and a sharp wine caught the wind as she pulled away from her lusts much needed support, creamy coated body folding in like a dry leaf. The dame’s dark tipped ears flattening against the ruby scarf as she tried to will away the aching pain that rocked her swollen abdomen. Guess she couldn’t stop time after all; her treasured moment was long passed. “Maybe we should keep going...”Her words were soft faint and very needy. She longed to ask more of the female or at least be faltered until the other wench left her thoughts. But now her whole body felt weak and even though she spoke of moving forward she lay curled against the cool earth trying to muster control of her body.

[i a h]

Maybe he was oblivious to the courtesy of 'never mention your ex,' or maybe he just liked to pluck people's doubts. All he seemed to be was full of hurtful intent, and so he drank from a vase full of pebbles; he quenched his sadistic desires with ingenuity. Nadjia was in the dark about the past though, and she knew nothing of the nothing that happened between Monday and Demon in the Stone Den. When the troubled look crossed the dame's face, the expression that was a chimera of what he interpreted as sadness and jealousy, he nudged her with his velvet jaw.

“You clearly want to rest longer,” he prodded with his syrupy tone, watching her body meet the ground. “So why not explain to me where we're headed while you recover?” His inky eyes slipped over her gypsy attire and traced the cosmic swirls of her fur.