【 @varsomt ╳ starter call 】
[ ۩۞۩ ] -- Perhaps it was the restlessness and raw need for something less human filling up their conscious body and mind ( even though ‘human’ was the incarnation the false deity had chosen to be in this day and age ) that was causing them to make such rash decisions, but they found theirself plagued with the looming thought of trapping someone and reeling in a victim just as what was done in times of old. It seemed a petty thing to do within the same thought of it seeming to be an easy indulgence, which was why, at the moment, such a look of perplexity rested on a typically jovial face.
Eyes overshadowed with inner confusion at the two conflicting wants managed to keep their gaze pensively downcast even as they became increasingly aware of the presence that had made such a longing nudge its way into the forefront of their mind. The only acknowledgement Sovann gave to the other at first-- even though they couldn’t be sure the other was even paying attention to them --was a tilt of the head. The longer they remained quiet and ignored the itching beneath their skin for an effect to start, even if just in a tiny flutter, the less certain they seemed.
And so, with characteristic impulsiveness and reckless abandon for any consequences, they finally looked up and spoke.
“Say-- the term ‘butterflies in my stomach’ is a metaphorical one, isn’t it?” They seemed to be genuinely troubled, though just as much about the fact that it was, in reality, not metaphorical for them, and if the conversation was picked up, would quickly cause vast amounts of trouble.
