[Again the Chimera huffs, though with Eren patting her head at the same time the net effect resembled the air escaping a gently squished pillow. She didn't flinch when he did that--her ears even flicked up at the touch.
And...she supposed that answer was fine. Kaede let go of him, and her hand dropped back to her side as she ruffled her shoulders one more time before letting them sit flat. Her tail curled and flopped to the ground once, another visible sign of tension escaping. And that seemed to be the end of her disgruntlement.
...this was a good place to sit, too. Not that it was particularly well cushioned, or at all concealed—but it was close to Eren, and Kaede only had to lean just slightly to touch his side. Which she did after a quiet moment, to better appreciate his warmth.
The same way she appreciated Chariot's warmth, which—made her—
That...tangle of things in her chest came back again; affection, trust...more than a little amorous appreciation for the muscles she could see, and those she knew were underneath his clothes. The light spilling from the windows reflected off the Dragon's scales like a sunset rippling off of the water, the fierce blue of his gaze something Kaede noted and appreciated like the color of Chariot's hair, the soft red of her eyes.
And yet Eren still seemed distant, more casual. And that had seemed a fitting definition before. But was it still the right one? Was it even fair?
Kaede's foot lifted off the ground to let his tail curl as it wished, and leaned closer against his side.]
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And...she supposed that answer was fine. Kaede let go of him, and her hand dropped back to her side as she ruffled her shoulders one more time before letting them sit flat. Her tail curled and flopped to the ground once, another visible sign of tension escaping. And that seemed to be the end of her disgruntlement.
...this was a good place to sit, too. Not that it was particularly well cushioned, or at all concealed—but it was close to Eren, and Kaede only had to lean just slightly to touch his side. Which she did after a quiet moment, to better appreciate his warmth.
The same way she appreciated Chariot's warmth, which—made her—
That...tangle of things in her chest came back again; affection, trust...more than a little amorous appreciation for the muscles she could see, and those she knew were underneath his clothes. The light spilling from the windows reflected off the Dragon's scales like a sunset rippling off of the water, the fierce blue of his gaze something Kaede noted and appreciated like the color of Chariot's hair, the soft red of her eyes.
And yet Eren still seemed distant, more casual. And that had seemed a fitting definition before. But was it still the right one? Was it even fair?
Kaede's foot lifted off the ground to let his tail curl as it wished, and leaned closer against his side.]
Hey, Eren. What...what are we, anyway?