<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9m1eq3z.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Elias Wright</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315138.msg15271850#msg15271850)</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Greenhouse<br/><strong>Company::</strong><strong>Fenrir</strong>(http://usercontent2.hubstatic.com/13892235.jpg), Autumn, Kira, Cerise<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, June 19; Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Take a wild fuckin' guess<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><strong>This simple combination</strong>(https://i.imgur.com/3jH0mHa.jpg)<br/><strong>Internal Curse Counter::</strong>190<br/><strong>External Curse Counter::</strong>0<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>Heavy fuckin' language.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It always struck him as odd that he was so comfortable around His Rana. Other people always fucking managed to make his fucking skin prickle and his temper boil just by being fucking<em>near</em>him, but with Rana, it was the very fucking opposite. She gave off this...soothing presence that always managed to make him smile and feel somewhat at ease. The rage and anger and pain was always there under the surface, ready to boil over, but with His Rana, it never seemed to matter. It didn't matter what other fucking assholes he had to deal with, or what kind of bullshit the universe decided to fucking throw him headfirst into, as long as he had His Rana there to go back to...then maybe it wouldn't be so fucking bad, right? Out of all of the assholes in the world, His Rana was the one person he knew would never hurt him. She was the one person he could always depend on, and it felt...nice. He'd spent so fucking long on his own, lashing out against the world and pushing everybody away, but Rana made him feel like he had somewhere he belonged. That there was somebody who trusted him, who relied on him...somebody who<em>needed</em>him. And when you had fuck all, when you had to scrape and claw for every fucking inch, when everybody fucking dismissed you as pointless, useless, irrelevant...having somebody who actually fucking believed in you and fucking<em>needed</em>you was the most rewarding fucking feeling in the world.<br/><br/>He felt her practically snuggle into his embrace, and he felt his heart swell to easily three times its previous size, nearly cracking his ribs in the process. The feeling of having her so close - and willingly so - was intoxicating, and he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face along with the cool, even feeling of calm that bloomed outwards from his chest. He could feel her eyes on him, dragging over his face and hair, and suddenly he felt...self conscious. Had he remembered to shave today? He hadn't bothered to do his hair, so it was a complete fucking mess of a fucking mop. Would she think less of him for not giving a shit about his fucking hair? It was all tangled and messy and fucking dirty, he knew. He should have spent longer in the fucking shower sorting it out. Did his breath smell? He'd brushed his teeth before coming out, but what if he hadn't fucking done it hard enough? Was his outfit too lazy? What if she decided he was too fucking scruffy and smelly to be near? He knew it wouldn't happen, of course, but he couldn't stop all that fucking bullshit running through his mind, to the point where he couldn't even bring himself to fucking look at her lest he panic, blush and say something fucking retarded.<br/><br/>He forced himself to calm down, doing his best to quell the rapid pounding of his heart at her proximity, but that proved to be a losing battle. At least his anxiety calmed a little when he felt her resting her head on his chest, pressing closer as if she actively desired his presence. He wasn't sure<em>why</em>she did - why a woman as beautiful and compassionate and kindhearted as her wanted to be associated with a savage brute like himself was a mystery that only she could answer - but he wasn't about to look a gifthorse in its fucking arse. She wanted to be around him, and that was enough for him. If he could make her happy...then god fucking damnit, he'd do just that. He just gave her a gentle squeeze and a small, just-for-her chuckle.<strong>"Well, jus' be careful, yeah?"</strong>He glanced at her, but looked away before she could see the slightly pink colouration on his cheeks at her compliments.<strong>"One'a these days, I might decide I want t' keep y', 'n y' might find one'a my dishes under a box on a stick."</strong>He lifted an eyebrow at her teasingly. Oh, of course he wasn't going to set a trap for her, but it was a funny image nonetheless, Kira desperately pushing a cardboard box around, trying to escape from a devious trap.<br/><br/>He ain't fucking sure<em>why</em>he'd do it, but whatever. It was a stupid fucking joke. Maybe too stupid, actually. And what did he mean "keep her?" Like a fucking<em>pet?</em>The image flashed through his mind of Kira in a collar and leash and he could feel his heartrate spike just a little as that image burned itself into his mind. That would be...entirely too hot to describe, he had to admit. But fucking hell, couldn't he have kept that to himself?! He respected her more than that! God fucking damnit, why did he let his mouth run away from him? He weren't funny, so why the fuck did he try? He just sounded stupid. He barely resisted the urge to scowl. Gods, she must think he's a fucking moron now. He needed to keep his smartarse comments to his-fucking-self. Well, at least Fenrir didn't have to worry about stupid comments; he simply looked down at the pellet that Chocola had pushed towards him curiously, sniffing at it suspiciously. He knew that rabbits ate differently than he did, but he'd never really tasted rabbit feed. Normally he wouldn't bother, but it was food, he was a bit peckish...and well, Chocola had tried to share, so it'd be rude to refuse, right? He cautiously caught it with his tongue and pulled it into his mouth...and immediately regretted it, the texture and vegetabley flavour tasting rank in his mouth. He forced himself to swallow it to avoid hurting Chocola's feelings, but...well, it was obvious that he was not a fan of what she was eating by the momentary grimace on his face. Ok, so...rabbit feed. Not for him. Lesson learned. But hey...as long as Chocola enjoyed it, that was all that mattered, right?