cai
she/her
twenty-three
may 15
fortree
bisexual
herbalist
civilian
slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light
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POSTED ON Jan 27, 2021 13:51:47 GMT
there were rare moments when she experienced spikes of paranoia, a worry manifesting and gradually building whenever sénon didn't respond to her messages or calls. his safety, after all, was paramount; and she was all too aware of his willingness to dive headfirst into danger.
'i don't want to play the part of the clingy significant other,' she thought. 'but - '
sometimes it couldn't be helped, cait making her way to his homestead after a moment's hesitation. perhaps, if she was a little insistent, she could bring him back home with her a day sooner. it had been a week since he had last come around, which had admittedly left her in a moderately needy state. of course, she made sure to practice self-control in his absence, aware that he had business of his own to tend to.
but the longer he was away the more often he received unsolicited pictures of a lewd nature.
"sénon."
they had bumped into one another, cait retreating a small step as she peered up at the taller man. her gaze flicked between his face and his luggage - the luggage standing out most of all. sénon possessed enough clothing at her cabin where he rarely had to pack; toiletries, undergarments and multiple outfits readied and waiting.
'don't think too deeply into it.'
"were you headed to the cabin?"
'i'll look like an idiot if he was. but he wasn't responding to my texts or my calls. then again - if he was - i'll look like the crazy girlfriend.'
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