Follow the White Rabbit

[ooc:: Cipher is using a ticket for this thread]

A new college, she never would have thought such a day would come with how long the old one had stood well before she had ever been born. It was convenient for many that went, she supposed, being in the center of the capital more or less and well away from the place she grew up. Moving had ended up being a good idea after all right after the war had ended, surprised by the split that had since happened, having thought more fighting had been to come. The question she was left with was why Adamh had relented into giving them anything when he had won fairly twice while Jacob had only managed to chase them out of the north. Maybe that was the very reason why. Did the king think he couldn’t win against them in what was now the ex prince’s land? She would think the forces here were capable and able of thwarting them a final time and taken over fully.

With the shift came new laws and even less freedom to travel, which made her surprised when Mithras still stayed at all connected to her. Divorce was an option and the greatest asset she had for him was now lapsed as she couldn’t garner trade in what was now Saora since the division forced her to become a true citizen of the shrunk Rionnach. There wasn't much reason for him to risk himself now, when the marriage deal was mostly only beneficial to her with this change. Not that she was bringing it up, instead entertaining him around the new halls as a guide of sorts.

“This will take a lot o gettin used to,” she sighed more so to herself, never having the best sense of direction if the sun and moon were nowhere to be seen in a new place. There was light streaming in, light as everything as it bounced off of snow and into the windows. There was no soft dusting of orange or red, likely meaning it was around noon.

Her head would turn toward Mithras, a big grin on her face as she observed him. “Stay close, will be easy to get lost in here. Must be double the size with a lot of decorations for you to run inta. Don’t be afraid to grab ahold of me,” she teased lightly, expecting him to have a hard time not walking into a wall or another wolf for that matter. There was a spot she had wanted to see sooner rather than later, cutting more toward the center of the manor where a courtyard was filled with flowers for the medical staff to use. She’d notice an odd mist rolling into the halls that would get thicker the more steps she took.

The fog wasn’t the only thing peculiar as she noticed nature suddenly overriding everything else within the facility to the point it seemed like no cobble existed anymore. She’d stop and turn, looking behind her to not see the college at all, inside or outside of it. “Am I high as hell right now? I don’t rememba takin anything. Did you have Kaveh slip shrooms in my tea? Cause we sure ain’t in Rionna anymore or at least I’m not,” she laughed while looking around confused as everything and feeling less than sober in the moment as she tried to make heads or tails of reality.

(This post was last modified: 02-11-2024, 06:10 PM by Bellatrix.)

Everything as of late had only become more difficult. Access to the highlands all but cut off lest one was willing to hop the border and risk facing the wraith of another land’s enforcers, perhaps it could be remedied in time. Grant limited access of trade, to apprehend criminals who attempted to flee jurisdiction - something that didn’t used to be a problem - but with a false kind now holding the crown it had become one. Just as the very woman who pranced along as his side may also prove to be one.

Mystery still shrouded aspects of her being, of how she chose to live; however, now that she had willfully chosen to dwell beneath the same roof much of the unknown would surely be unraveled. She could still become a worthwhile asset - an attachment still beneficial - or she could be an even bigger pain in the ass, an aggravation that could not be escaped from… for now he would hold hope for the prior. Her status as a highlander could still potentially be used to gain permission to tread within those lands despite the laws now place.

Though all still remained to be seen, for now all he could do was tolerate the acts she committed. Keep less than legal wares under close check so that no other needed to worry themselves over inspection of such things, so long as substance was confined to those proclaimed elixirs rather than the purity of the plant itself there could be wiggle room so to speak. He would not have to issue an arrest upon the very woman who held his name. Even the thought of it brought a light sigh to flee his lips as focus was beckoned outward, senses flooded by rising scents and the symphonies which echoed from the college grounds.

Already it seemed bigger than what once lay housed in the meadows embrace but with it came uncertainty. It was unfamiliar terrain, one he no longer held the layout too as steps threatened to grow hesitant for there was little eagerness to relearn the campus when so many could behold fault. Witness the star flecked man’s short comings when it came to matters of sight - a fact he was certain so many were already aware of and yet there lingered desire to hold on to perceived dignity. He could not go crashing into things like some drunken fool. He wasn’t looking forward to this.

Sentiment Bellatrix seemingly shared upon that soft utterance, only for volume to rise with phrases that turned back his ears. For the most part his expression remained unchanged - it did not sour, nothing more than a light upturn at the corner of his lips - for the public did not need to know his true feelings over this. However, those teasing tones still drew a gentle huff from his lungs. Lyrics kept steady, “Don’t be ridiculous. I won’t need to cling to you like some lost babe in the woods.” The irony of such a statement lost on him when not long ago she had scooped him from the depths of the forest itself. Mithras was more focused upon the lies which twisted free.

This was a building he had never traversed before these moments but he also did not wish to be guided by the paw down each hall, foretold of ever passed corridor with a passing brush. It would be better to come here after hours when no other could witness a perceived weakness nor distract from the way fingers would map out each stone as if committing it to memory. From when he counted the steps required when it came to areas one knew would be of more use, those that would be frequented; but all that would have to wait. For now, however, he would take advantage of the one benefit provided from the presence of many.

Each rising voice was an echo, a reverberation that required no sight to behold as notes bounced off the walls and helped to steer his steps. Yet there is one in particular he attempts to keep pace with as her phrases fill his ears alongside the quickening clack of talons against cobbles - until that too seemed to fade into a faint clink upon coated stone and the light crunch of grass. How curious. Last he had known it should have been the delicate crackle of snow that fell beneath one’s paws but this was not the only peculiarity.

An exotic perfume swiftly filled the senses as an unusual warmth for these winter months seemed to brush against skin, what a bizarre thing to waft through the college. While he was never one to turn away the heat of nature’s embrace… this didn’t seem natural. That lingering notion swiftly confirmed - or at least begging further question - as Bellatrix spoke, clearly just as confused as he was with this addition. “What are you talking about? Of course we’re still in Rionna,” where the hell else would they be? It wasn’t as if they could travel through the fabrics of time itself and reappear in an instnat to distance lands. Such a thing was unheard of.

“And if either Kaveh or myself wished to drug you it wouldn’t be with mushrooms,” that would be far too obvious with pieces of it within the drink itself. No, something dissolvable, able to blend into the liquid itself would be a far better option and yet he held no reason to spike her drinks. If anything he expected his own to be laced which, as of yet, had not happened within her presence. Though even still the creeping sensation brought on by the aromas now swimming in his head put the judge on edge. Paces gradually slowing though he did not come to a complete stop until the gentle caress of heated waters lapped at his paws.

Why was there water here? And more importantly why did the school of all places need a hot spring in its courtyard? Very strange choices indeed and yet he still sought rationalization, hoping to deny the woman’s claims of ‘not being in Rionna’ for where else could they be? “Is the garden flooded? Or did some fool truly think this to be a necessary addition?” Lilac stare held upon where he’d last heard the other as he spoke before eventually he would turn back to the unseen fog drifting about the area.

Any complaints he might have sputtered along the halls would go unnoticed as her head had drifted away from him with focus on her objective, when that objective failed though, her attention would skim right back over to the man of the hour. The reason she even came here today to help him around this rather enchanted campus, she was more than certain wasn’t actually here. She would smack herself in the face with paw to try to take her head out of this fantasy land since she had never seen anything like this in her life. She might not be as versed as others in Rionna geography, but she didn’t need to in order to know this wouldn’t be in the center of the city like this. Something was up and she really didn’t know what during this sudden change.

“It don’ even smell like Rio…smells like Fae Forest which makes even less sense no matta how ya slice it. Trust me, this isn’t…” she stopped speaking as he started to speak again, gaining a slight glare from her at the prospect of him having plans on how to poison her. “You know, ya don’t have to be a dick all the time cause I doubt that was meanta be a joke, coming from you,” she murmured with an eye roll, wondering how truthful he was on that exactly. Did he actually want her dead? He claimed he didn’t before but who says that hadn’t changed any since she started living with her. At least before he didn’t have to deal with her all the time, now they had the luxury of always being in one another’s faces. He might be growing to despise her even faster now, if that was even possible, she felt like it wasn’t.

She was a second away from asking what exactly he would have in store for her if he chose to kill her, if he thought about it so much but she was starting to feel groggier the longer she stayed in this odd mist. It was like taking a muscle relaxer, seeping away her normal worries and tribulations. Lethargic was the best way she could describe and though she could think of drugs that could make her this way, she doubted either had consumed any. Her tail thrashed with anticipation for something to possibly attack them, wondering what was really going on, so much so she stopped thinking about Mithras’ snark any further.

It wasn’t until he moved out of the corner of her eye and started to vanish in the mist so much easier than herself from his ghostly blues, that her thought snapped away from how and focused on her infuriating little man. The effects seemed to only deepen as she chased after him, drifting completely off the beaten path she had thought they were on but now she couldn’t even tell where it might have been. She’d jump into the water without hesitation, rushing over to him and cutting him off with her body “Mithras hold up! The college has disappeared and this water…” she trailed off, staring away from him toward the expanse of mist and still water that seemed crystal clear. She worried it was deceiving with how shallow it looked and she didn’t want him drowning.

“It reminds me of stories from home: a lagoon I had always just seemed fantasy as a lass or a dream someone had. Either way, I don’t need you dyin on me. Then again maybe your lack of sight is more reliable,” she raised a brow, turning her head toward him, ears flattening as she saw him turning his head back toward where they had come.

(This post was last modified: 02-14-2024, 07:56 PM by Bellatrix.)

Flecked crown could only shake as once more she denied the possibility of still being where they were, in Rionna, on the supposedly new college campus… even if the scents were all wrong. Senses seemingly going haywire with the creeping subtly of the aromas which wound about in that unseen mist. Its delicate caress all that could be taken in with the passing dampness against skin. Still it didn’t make a lick of sense to have somehow ventured into the Fae Forest. They were no where near those lands so how could each have suddenly stepped within its embrace?

Another breath could only bring fleeting confirmation for as swiftly as that strange perfume was taken in, it left him in a huff as if it would clear the air ways. Only for it to, of course, come rushing back on the next inhale to twist its invisible claws about the mind yet the draconian was unwilling to admit the bewildering sensation which flooded his cerebrum. Muddling thoughts though it was not enough of a shift to will his tongue to silence, instead it clicked as unconsciously that glare was returned, “I have already told you Bellatrix, I have no plans to kill you. I do not want you dead. Why is that so hard to believe?” There was nothing to gain from her demise. She was of more use to him keeping her breath.

How exactly? Well, he was still figuring that minute detail out but there was a stubborn certainty that the draconic clung to. One which aggravated even he at times though he was not here to answer for such things. They were to attempt learning this campus and return back home even if the realms apparently between attempted to cause delay. Steps refusing to find pause until he teetered along the precipice of the beckons of soothing waters and sinking shores. A situation he was more than used to with frequent visits to steaming springs or even the crispness of a beach itself. However, this place held something they lacked for it seemed to whisper - to bid for all beneath its influence to give in and allow ever worry to slip away.

Something Mithras wasn’t keen on doing as another huff fled his lips though even as his own paws had halted it seemed another believed he may perish with the ways a heavier frame bulldozed through the shallows. Each bounding leap sending a new cascade of water to fall as rising lyrics gave way to what one had begun to dread, though it still made more sense that this was some shared delusion. One brought on by the peculiar aromas which laced the senses and delved ever deeper as those tendrils drove in and refused to release new found puppets. It was all rather dizzying, a warmth spreading rapidly through his veins and yet a portion of a mind came rushing back as she came to stop before him.

He wanted to snap, to shove past her and exclaim how she needn’t watch out for him so much. He had stopped, he had felt the creeping sensation of water upon his toes and yet a piece of him still did not wish to believe that somehow - someway - they had been cast into the unforgiving depths of fae. Their influence and proclaimed sorcery not something he held a limitless bout of knowledge over but the longer he lingered the harder it became to ignore. The overly sweet aroma a plague sparking even the faintest brush to bring a hide to shudder, a tantalizing shiver running down his spine. Whatever was going on, he didn’t like it.

“Some lagoon is not going to kill me, I know how to swim,” thought whether or not he actually wished to entertain the water’s of fae was another matter entirely. Though in the moment she would entertain her curiosity, her hope that perhaps he held answers she did not. Star marked crown raising as ear swiveled to little avail, “Everything carries the same sickeningly sweet perfume. There is a peculiar lack of sound: no birds, no voices of those once present. Only the ripples of water washing ashore,” then ears would turn to focus upon her, “Or in your case dripping into the very water you wish to keep me from.” A matter he was not keen on letting her forget but even still his head would shake, “If this is your little fae lagoon, what else did they tell you of it?”

She would look upon him as if he might have even more answers than she did, somehow, perhaps just because he came off like a wise cranky old man even if he wasn’t wise at all. A grin touched her lips a bit at the thought, truly wondering how old he was besides her senior by at least a year or two. With all the talk of fae magic making wolves young, who knows, maybe he was dirt in the shape of a pretty boy. Whatever the case, perhaps she shouldn’t be so focused on that and more about some profound knowledge he might have back when he could read. Actually could he read? Her attention span was fleeting fast as her brain went into different directions.

It took him getting defensive for her mind to focus again as his mouth moved, though she hadn’t caught some of it, only latching on once her name came forth. She gently slapped her lips a couple times, letting out a dramatic hum of thought as if that would help her think better. There was a chance she didn’t even know she was doing it at all but that was for neither of them to know. “Cause ya sure seem to hate me, bitchen about everything I ever do. Killing me would ease all your problems,” she decided not to sugarcoat her first thought and be direct. It was as honest as she could be. He criticized every move she made without asking for any of it. Which then put her into a foul mood too, he was great at ruining her joy without even trying to make them both angry.

He seemed lost in his head the more she watched him, at least, she thought that was it. It was hard to tell if he was just being blind or lost in thought with that stare always so vacant until he turned it upon her as if suddenly, he had sight after all. She would think she would be used to it by now, living with him but it had only been a few months. She couldn’t even tell what her sister was doing half the time, and she knew her since she was a baby. It frustrated her but she didn’t dwell on it for long as her new activity had been chosen for her.

Block the Mithras from drowning.

He certainly didn’t favor her choice to protect him as he quickly denounced needing her attempts to keep him safe, another thorn in her foot. She felt like he often needed her help but didn’t like to accept any of it, preferring his man servant to do everything. An ear twitched at the thought, realizing maybe he found her too much like the commoner she was and that was what upset him about her the most. She wasn’t going to change for him, but it would make sense. She was nothing more than some Chief’s daughter, he was a noble with a title far more impressive than her own to boot. There weren’t many judges around. He was more than someone in her station should have ever been married too, especially one from a land unfavored where she is now. She was no Mainlander and Mithras didn’t exactly announce their marriage to the masses to make it easier for her here.

Now was not the time to let her insecurities get the better of her!

Letting out a long sigh, she would move out of his way, walking further into the waters since she was in it anyway, testing how deep it was. Her attention would be captured as she noticed how crystal clear the water was, finding humor in it as she moved her paw and watched it, never seeming to make the water get any hazier. Her head would turn toward him to smile, her senses going further and further away from normal as she chuckled at the whole situation. She missed pretty much everything he had said, turning around only in time for the question as she grinned at him. “That it magically can pop up anywhere. I might be from the Highlands but I don’t much believe in em so I didn’t really pay much attention. Think there was some story about love though.”

Dark lips parted in a sigh, a scoff fleeing before lyrics rose, “Ugh not this again, I ‘bitch’ about a lot things Bellatrix. Trust me when I say such remarks are not saved specially for you.” No, so many others met the sharpness of his tongue and the judgmental tones which may carry upon it. Some - like the very wolf before him - just seemed to take things to heart more than others while just as many merely brushed such words aside without a care. “I do not want you dead,” lyrics firm as he looked to her. Ensuring that it would be heard in her own way, “And I will say it as many times as it takes for you to believe it true.”

Even if he knew words alone could never be enough to solidify such conviction. As it stood, she was more useful to him alive rather than dead. Any untimely demise may just cast a shadow over a once illustrious judge. Bring about fraying threads to be tugged at and spun into full fledged tales of what another believed to have transpired. Rumors were dreadful things once they got going - even if he were guilty of indulging in such gossiping from time to time - he hardly wished for more to arise upon his own name.

Yet now was not the time to be fretting over such matters, a soothing brush; another inhale of that mist only pulled such a thought closer to the surface. Just relax. A call that was getting harder and harder to ignore though he would find focus upon one. Cling to every sound elicited from her, every motion which stirred the water beneath her feet; something known within the unknown. Even if she refused to listen, like times before it seemed she only grasped portions of what was said.

No surprises there if he were being honest for as he spoke he’d captured the sound of rippling waters as she delved further into its embrace. Which, in turn, meant she were no longer blocking his path into that coaxing steam. A lure hard to ignore no matter how it may bring nerve endings to sear upon its an initial caress. One which brought muscles to tense until that initial flare subsided and slowly, steadily he would wade into the lagoon’s hold. Allowing the water to envelop limbs and barely tease the fur of his throat - stopping long before he reached where he thought Bellatrix to be.

Assuming her to have wandered deeper with how she towered over him even on land, however, he could go no further before focus was tugged back as the woman’s own seemingly found him again with laughter lacing her tone. That was never a good sign when it came to receiving useful information. Those rising lyrics bringing a short huff to flee his lungs, of course not. She hadn’t bothered paying attention to such things no matter how the subject surely rose far more frequently within her homeland.

They were the ones more at risk of dealing with such creatures were they not? Then again, over his years he’d never held such an encounter up that way that could be recalled… until now he supposed. If this lagoon truly were the place she spoke of them why did it feel the need to appear? To them of all wolves? It was absolutely ridiculous. Perhaps the fae thought they had a sense of humor. Entrapment could be rather exciting to some creatures - should they not be on the receiving end of imprisonment in a strange realm.

Even so he cannot stop the brief bout of laughter which tinted his phrase, “Love? Then what does it want with us?” Question genuine though one she would not be given much time to answer before musing played aloud. Wondering just what this placed wanted of them, “So it is keeping us here until it - what? Grows bored of our company?” An answer Mithras knew she did not hold and yet still it was asked of her. The starlit man grasping at straws of just how they might escape a place that could seemingly be anywhere and everywhere at once.

The very thought made him rather uncomfortable though it would not reflect upon his visage as he chased after her voice, ears swiveling as sightless gaze fixated upon her. His own brand of humor clinging to his tongue, “Can’t see that happening very quickly though, I am here after all… but there are worse places to be trapped I suppose.” A brief pause overcame him as briefly attentions drifted as if to survey lands unseen before the draconic was quick to interject upon himself.

Focus snapping back to the autumnal woman as if needing to make his point clear, “Not that I wish to stay here mind you, though the fae have at least made it a rather comfortable prison.” Even if the air was plagued with its ever twisting perfume, a silent bid for those within to simply lose themselves to it. A hidden notion that was growing ever harder to pick up on as time ticked by.

Her brow raised at the little judge as if he were speaking an entirely different language for a second, starting to think she was just seeing things in this high she was pretty sure she was experiencing at this point. Her ears twitched a few times as she tried to make heads or tails on if any of this was real at all, if she was real. As she watched him talk, she would nip her own tongue to see if she would bleed, to see if she could feel anything other than this lukewarm sensation around her. A lip would curl at the pain, nearly growling at herself for such an action but manage to keep that gurgle trapped, silent. She smiled a fraction to know she wasn’t just a dream or something else that would mean she wasn’t physically here.

“I’d take yer offer to do so but I’d have to eventually turn away, then ye’d be talkin to the brick wall known as my big beautiful ass. Fine, fine. I’ll take ya word for it. Would be nice if ya showed it sometimes too though, ya know,” she said a little dramatically, her tail giving a few swishes that meant little to nothing besides to add to the dramatics. Not that he’d notice any visual flare she added into the show. The idea of him just repeatedly telling her he didn’t want her to die was oh so tempting though, almost akin to begging at her feet to just accept. Of course, she highly doubted he’d go that far, it would be hilarious if he did though.

Not long after she had traversed further into the water, she would notice the skimming of waves not starting from her own four legs or even tail for that matter. Glancing over her shoulder, she would see him nearly head deep in the lagoon, causing her heart to leap into her throat. Able to swim or not, that fear of losing him to the water didn’t ease at all though she hardly understood why she cared. That thought kept surfacing time and time again whenever fear of him perishing or even just being harmed came to be a possibility. Her tongue slapped the roof of her mouth, allowing the iron to splash along the top of her tongue until her laugh canceled the action out.

She was thrown off a little by seeing humor crawl along his features, suddenly feeling a touch sad at his question, making her head turn from him for a few seconds. “Maybe it wants us to love each other, maybe it’s mad we married without it… if the fae shit is real and all,” she tched as her eyes held a sorrow. At times she regretted this decision of wedding him for nothing more than deals, business. A happily ever after would be nice but she gave that up the moment she gave her paw away. She didn’t look at him for a little while, missing some of his lyrics, leaving him to banter to himself his own question.

There was some movement in her after a while, noticing the water moving a little again, causing her to look his way a second time. Trapped huh? She caught part of his sentence, not so sure trapped was the right word. It was hard to tell if there were any closed walls with all this mist and it was about the only reason she turned away from the deeper water and waded back toward him, not wanting him out of her sight should that very mist grow denser. She let out a soft sigh as she was only a few feet from him now, her hazel eyes flickering over him for a few long moments before looking out toward where she’d like to think land was but now, she wasn’t so sure. “You sure have come to accept this fast after being so unbelievin a second ago but if love is how one breaks it… hmmm. How fast ya wanna get outta here?” she raised a brow as she gave up trying to locate the shoreline.

Hesitance gripped him for a moment, that sightless gaze refusing to chase after her and follow the whispers of rippling waves as she huffed. Turning from him with a voice that grew distant, steps venturing deeper within the lagoon’s depths even as - for a moment - he remained ashore. A mind whirring over all she had said. While it would hardly kill him to show one did not wish for her death, offer a more tangible display or promise, there was little desire to do so in the ways the draconian felt she craved.

More physical affirmation surely what Bellatrix sought even if it lay upon the simplicities of a ghosting touch or the occasional brush of lips to her skin. No matter the falsities that would lie beneath such acts. Mithras would much rather gift her something, some token of appreciation in hopes to satiate those burning desires; however, purchasing a building for her shop had already not been enough on its own. Thinking of it brought the star flecked man to grumble under his breath.

A paw briefly rising to press to his visage, dragging down it before dropping back to the grounds below and swiftly falling into tune with steps which beckoned him forth into unseen waters. Unconsciously drifting closer to where the autumnal woman lingered within that heated embrace. A silent lure that must have tugged at her as well as the waters signaled her own approach and the faintest hint of a laugh slipped from her lungs. Though where one found humor, the other did not for dejection had quickly taken root within her tones as her tongue clicked and she fell quiet once more.

“If they exist, why would they care?” What purpose did the fae have in prying into deals forged willingly? Neither had forced the other to give in. No underhanded manipulation to gain favor, it was all done for the matter of business. A contract each had signed with crafted vows - of knowing what this was. There was no going back on it now. It is not until she speaks once more that his focus drifts fully to her. It was his turn for a tongue to click, scoff at the concept of a mind being swayed, “Belief is a strong word though I must admit, I lack a better explanation.” For it did not smell like the school, hells it didn’t even sound like it.

It was all far too quiet as nothing more than the faintest motions of water and Bellatrix’s humored tone filled his ears. All while that intoxicating perfume threatened to block out what rational remained, something that seemed ever harder to cling to the longer they remained. Whatever this place wanted of them there was little intent to give in to its demands so easily. Though the occasional swivel of pointed ears offered not more intel over a realm unknown for there was no way to hear where the borders lie. Near impossible to discern which direction they’d even entered from when so much swirled upon the air as if these lands hoped to blot out all senses. It was all rather frustrating especially so when that exasperation threatened to flee as quickly as it had risen.

All but banished from his thoughts until the next trickling inkling of it reached the surface. Such unnatural notions brought a crown to shake with a light huff before all focus returned to the one thing which did break through the sweetened mist; the perfumed spices which wafted from one known. An aroma constantly clinging to her pelt and in these moments could serve as some sort of anchor. One he may come to regret, “Depends, what are you suggesting?” If it were the usual vulgarities typically associated with love Mithras was not sure he wished to hear of it.

And if that is what it took to break the supposed hold of the fae… well then maybe he would have to remain here. Yet just how dreadful would it be to have to smell this honey sweet rot constantly? To be unable to escape the ways thoughts muddied and twisted within his cerebrum without focus? To live with the dulled bite of charmed lyrics? That was no existence the judge wished to endure at leas the prospect of feigning attachment was something he’d grown familiar with over his years. Though he would not leap to conclusions, he intended to pry it from her lips. Learn exactly what traced those thoughts, “And do make sure you say it nice and clear.”

She might have been relieved to learn he did not believe in the fae like some delusional family members of hers but he was right, there wasn’t a better explanation for what was going on. The longer she remained here, the harder it was for her to think on any logical spectrum, thoughts becoming more and more full of fantasy. Mithras didn’t help her brain stay focused as she looked down at his pretty face, losing her composure by the second as she drifted into desires she would never be able to achieve with her husband on paper alone. Concentrate. She kept trying to gain some semblance of savory thoughts, ones that wouldn’t make him want to spit his insides out instead of ones that were growing more and more perverted, making her not want to look at him anymore.

It also beckoned her to want to look at him more and take in every tiny detail that made him so absolutely breathtaking since the first time she witnessed him in the college halls. All before she had met that nasty tongue of his and thought he was an angel sent down from heaven and admittedly a woman at first. Every dream was crushed when he turned out to be a dill hole and a boy. Still, she could not deny he was the most attractive wolf she had ever seen in her life and his petite form made her want to protect him no matter how much he hurt her feelings on a regular basis. It was so infuriating and she only wished she had never been so easily swayed by those surreal eyes and delicate lips that never held back a far harsher beast.

Drawing in a breath, she flinched a bit at him questioning what she meant. Even she wasn’t fully sure what she meant, causing her to fidget a little under those sightless eyes that continued to pull back her thoughts of less than innocent visions in her large buffoon of a head. Her ears tipped back as he demanded everything in detail as well, something she didn’t really have if she didn’t have an initial concept to begin with. “I can’t make sure of how I sound,”she retorted a touch, though it was purely just her reminding him she was in fact deaf and couldn’t be sure how clear she was on any normal day, let alone today when her head felt like it was floating off her shoulders.

“I-” she trailed off as soon as she started, getting cold feet the moment she almost said her initial thoughts, knowing for certain he wouldn’t go for that and she’d just make her face a tomato when he ultimately told her to fuck off. Her ears twitched a little more, as if hoping a thought would pop up in the process, shaking her head of the naughtier things that circulated. “Intimacy.” She instantly closed her eyes after she said it, expecting him to laugh in her face or worse and her heart couldn’t handle that kind of rejection right now. As if to lighten the blow, she would abruptly add something else. “Like actually get to know eachotha. Nothing creepy or sexual…Unless. I mean no no of course not, that would be crazy. Let’s play a question game or something? Like ummm what's your favorite color- oh right um you can't see. Fuck! Um Was Judge your dream job?” her voice became increasingly nervous the more she fumbled on herself between what she really wanted versus what seemed more appropriate. One eye would peek open, hoping the worst wouldn't be staring back at her.

(This post was last modified: 03-19-2024, 06:51 AM by Bellatrix.)

There it was. A pleas for intimacy. It almost made him laugh, scoff in his usual disgust at the idea of it though the peculiar substances which infiltrated his very being left him silent. That lashing tongue held as he merely looked to where she stood. If he were truthful he expected far worse to leave her lips, blunter phrasing rather than one so delicate. Still it teetered on insistence that falling into a lust fueled embrace would be their ticket to freedom; that that was what the beings who concocted this realm may wish of them to reveal the way out. Yet still the very notion nearly had him shrinking back before ever more filled the air in a rush.

Slow breath fled the draconian’s lungs as she stumbled over herself, nerves more than clear as it laced together into frantic chatter. Each phrase falling over the other as she jumped between possibilities hardly seeming sure of what one craved or what may be seen as pressing boundaries. The ridiculousness of a questions game hardly intriguing, however, twas a matter Mithras was far more willing to indulge in for that alone did not require much. Only words. A simple honesty to questions that, for now, were hardly prying. Still a lip would curtly curl toward initial phrase, the blabbering which gave way to more than whispers of what truly coursed though her mind.

The inappropriateness of such acts nearly brought ears to turn back, risked bringing features to burn as the very perfumes upon the air fought to interlace such notions into his own cerebrum. Such things shaken back as finally his own lyrics pierced the growing silence, “Shut up Bellatrix. Breathe before you make a bigger fool of yourself.” A fleeting moment all she was given to collect herself as lilac sights glued upon her unseen frame, a rare form of reassurance the next to drip from dark lips, “We can start small. Go from there.” It would hardly kill him though he could not promise the intimacy she desired of him.

With another sigh he turned, drifting closer to where the earth slanted beneath his paws yet hardly did he stray from the water’s embrace. Instead perching against smooth stone as limbs crossed before him. Taking in the heat radiating from the rocky incline as well as the waves which sought to envelop him, each tracing touch a silent reminder of the surreal landscape which held them. But for now it could be ignored, pushed into the recesses of his mind to focus on something all too easy to speak of. Himself. At least for the most part.

“It is a position I’m justly proud of,” one the serpent had worked hard to obtain though there was a touch of uncertainty on if he would call it a dream. Would he have gone down any other path had vision not deteriorated so swiftly? Probably not. The way of the law always something he’d tread upon but this was not all she had asked, his gaze refusing to leave where he believed her to be. “As for the other, red or maybe gold. You seem to have forgotten I was not always deprived. Not until my second year anyways.”

It was then a star marked crown tilted lightly as if truly taking her in, “And since you were allowed to slip so too am I. What sounds do you miss most?” If she would fluster and flounder over mention of what was lost it was only fair his own lyrics teased her of it. Though she had asked two queries of him, perhaps he should do the same. “Have you always dabbled in alchemic brews?” Those known to harbor various substances long before one had ever flowed over his tongue. At least they were controlled, could be claimed under the proclamation of healing; but still one had to be careful.