bricxbrac replied to your post: Abel is just here to see a certain centaur.
Seeing the other trip, Abel quickened his pace as he approached. “Otiice–are you all right?” He reached out a hand instinctively, allowing it to rest on the centaur’s equine shoulder before pulling it back with a quick apology at the touch.
{❆} - A jolt ran through Otiice when Abel touched him, the memory of “being tamed,” hands on him, always trying to hold him down, rough hands, mean hands...
But Abel’s hands were not rough! He had to keep reminding himself, they were gentle! He wasn’t like other humans, he was different-!
“I’m... I’m fine. Thank you, Abel..” He looked up at the other trying to reassure him that he really was.