◀️ for clarent :)
“I’ll catch up with you.”
“Oh, will you now?” The Bisharp leaned over her, a smug smile on his face, “Because I think my legs will carry me much farther now.”
“You know I don’t mean like that!” She says, blades on her hips as she stares up at him, “I’m going to evolve too.”
“But you’re so much cuter when you’re smaller than me.” The smile softens, and she turns away to hide the blush she was so sure was already on her face. He reaches down to scoop her up, laughing at the small bleat she lets out, “And it’s so nice to be able to carry you.”
She squirms in his grasp, hiding her face with her blades. She wanted to be embarrassed, and she was sure she was, but she couldn’t help but enjoy it. He hadn’t exactly been able to lift her before, having been about her size before, but now that he was taller and had actual hands?
Oh, she was sure she’d catch up with him. She had no plans on being a Pawniard forever, but she wanted to savor the moment. Though, she’d appreciate a slightly more dignified position, at the very least. She wiggles a bit more, managing to right herself in his grasp, gently placing her blades on his shoulders so she could be face to face with him.
“Do you want me to put you down?” He asks, voice soft.
She considers it for a moment, before shaking her head, “No. It’s nice up here.”
“Hmm, that’s what I thought,” He says, leaning his head forward to gently place his crest on her own, “Love you, Clare.”
“Love you too, Arondight.”
