♡・゚: * WAR OF THE FOXES meme. ┊ not accepting. ↳ @ladyfortunes has entered the fox den: “Even when I look away I am still looking.”
LIQUID STARLIGHT POURS FROM THESE POIGNANT WOUNDS, a mayhap overly theatrical memento of the mortality etched into the very marrow of her frail bones. Careful, almost even hesitant are the languid movements of the vulpine-she whilst she slowly brushes some healing ointment across blemished flesh, cleaning cuts and lacerations from dirty particles and poison before covering every inch of bleeding skin with soft bandages. She can feel the other’s eyes onto her back and even without trying too hard, she can easily envision within her head what kind of wrathful grimace must be currently tainting the frowning visage of her companion: SHE HAS BEEN RECKLESS, tremendously so, and this is the price that she has to pay.
❝ Is this your subtle way to say that I have been grounded ? ❞ Albeit viscerally fatigued, both physically and emotionally, Ahri is still capable of embellishing the tonality of her already dulcet voice with INFANTILE MALICE and unmistakable taunts. Once even the last wound has been finally tended to, the she-fox forces herself to raise from the cushions scattered across the floor in pursuance of performing a slow and goofy stretch, a puerile attempt at soothing the deep concerns of the gunslinger and, hopefully, also her barely concealed anger. Hastened are the quick steps that lead her forward, towards the crowded sofa where Sarah and their little companions are enjoying a brief moment of rest ── And once more, she does not think of the consequences. With absolutely no grace or care, does she let herself fall onto the other: her body cries in response, more so as she makes herself comfortable and buries her face in the starchild’s neck. ❝ Stay mad for as long as you want, but... I need some comfort. ❞














