This wolf is dead and gone

[She picks up on the soft scratching of graphite before her eyes can open. It's a strange rhythm that doesn't feel as staccato as writing. She waits and listens for a few moments before curiosity gets the better of her, opening her eyes just enough to see a sliver.]

Her tail betrays her level of alertness, gently curling up over her hip and swaying like a happy cat's]

[His voice is raspy and still coated with sleep, as if he didn't even bother with properly waking up; to preoccupied with sketching to even freshen up]

Bit By A Creative Bug?

I guess you could say that...

[She continues watching him, curiously. Deciding it's best to wait for him to finish whatever he's working on before anything else.]

Like This?

Tilt your head slightly to the left...

[He reaches out and gently tilts her head the correct way. His touch is so soft, you'd question if he even touched you at all]

Will I Get To See When You're Done?

[He goes back to his sketchbook, creating feather-like strokes and heavy-handed values for shadows, occasionally looking back up at her before looking back at his sketch]

[She remains statuesque while he works]

Why Am I Not Surprised That Gets You Going?

Are... are you singing Hold Back The Rain?

[She doesn't physically shrug, still holding pose for him]

[He continues occasionally looking back at her and then back at his paper]

[She rattles off the synonyms casually]

... What was the spire like?

[There's self-derision and shame in her tone]

[She shrugs her high shoulder, the first physical movement she's made since he positioned her head just the way he wanted]

Wanna take a look?

[She crawls over to take a peek over his shoulder]

Beautiful Work

Really?

It's Not Something The Well-born Have To Think About Either. A Mercy Of Min'Ara's.

I'm Sure I Mentioned Her Before?

Also, why do all their names have an apostrophe?

That's Just The Way It Translates. Many Of The Sovereigns Names Have A Distinct Way They Stop Mid-Word. I'm Sure Hyphens Would Work Just As Well For Some.

You in the mood for breakfast?

Sure, I Could Eat.

What Would You Be Making If You Were Just Cooking For Yourself?

I Love Chocolate And I'd Be Honored To Participate.

[He gets up out of the bed, stretching his legs and arms before putting on a pair of slippers and walking to the kitchen]

[She picks up on the soft scratching of graphite before her eyes can open. It's a strange rhythm that doesn't feel as staccato as writing. She waits and listens for a few moments before curiosity gets the better of her, opening her eyes just enough to see a sliver.]

Her tail betrays her level of alertness, gently curling up over her hip and swaying like a happy cat's]

[His voice is raspy and still coated with sleep, as if he didn't even bother with properly waking up; to preoccupied with sketching to even freshen up]

Bit By A Creative Bug?

I guess you could say that...

[She continues watching him, curiously. Deciding it's best to wait for him to finish whatever he's working on before anything else.]

Like This?

Tilt your head slightly to the left...

[He reaches out and gently tilts her head the correct way. His touch is so soft, you'd question if he even touched you at all]

Will I Get To See When You're Done?

[He goes back to his sketchbook, creating feather-like strokes and heavy-handed values for shadows, occasionally looking back up at her before looking back at his sketch]

[She remains statuesque while he works]

Why Am I Not Surprised That Gets You Going?

Are... are you singing Hold Back The Rain?

[She doesn't physically shrug, still holding pose for him]

[He continues occasionally looking back at her and then back at his paper]

[She rattles off the synonyms casually]

... What was the spire like?

[There's self-derision and shame in her tone]

[She shrugs her high shoulder, the first physical movement she's made since he positioned her head just the way he wanted]

Wanna take a look?

[She crawls over to take a peek over his shoulder]

Beautiful Work

Really?

It's Not Something The Well-born Have To Think About Either. A Mercy Of Min'Ara's.

I'm Sure I Mentioned Her Before?

Also, why do all their names have an apostrophe?

That's Just The Way It Translates. Many Of The Sovereigns Names Have A Distinct Way They Stop Mid-Word. I'm Sure Hyphens Would Work Just As Well For Some.

You in the mood for breakfast?

Sure, I Could Eat.

What Would You Be Making If You Were Just Cooking For Yourself?

I Love Chocolate And I'd Be Honored To Participate.

[He gets up out of the bed, stretching his legs and arms before putting on a pair of slippers and walking to the kitchen]

[She picks up on the soft scratching of graphite before her eyes can open. It's a strange rhythm that doesn't feel as staccato as writing. She waits and listens for a few moments before curiosity gets the better of her, opening her eyes just enough to see a sliver.]

Her tail betrays her level of alertness, gently curling up over her hip and swaying like a happy cat's]

[His voice is raspy and still coated with sleep, as if he didn't even bother with properly waking up; to preoccupied with sketching to even freshen up]

Bit By A Creative Bug?

I guess you could say that...

[She continues watching him, curiously. Deciding it's best to wait for him to finish whatever he's working on before anything else.]

Like This?

Tilt your head slightly to the left...

[He reaches out and gently tilts her head the correct way. His touch is so soft, you'd question if he even touched you at all]

Will I Get To See When You're Done?

[He goes back to his sketchbook, creating feather-like strokes and heavy-handed values for shadows, occasionally looking back up at her before looking back at his sketch]

[She remains statuesque while he works]

Why Am I Not Surprised That Gets You Going?

Are... are you singing Hold Back The Rain?

[She doesn't physically shrug, still holding pose for him]

[He continues occasionally looking back at her and then back at his paper]

[She rattles off the synonyms casually]

... What was the spire like?

[There's self-derision and shame in her tone]

[She shrugs her high shoulder, the first physical movement she's made since he positioned her head just the way he wanted]

Wanna take a look?

[She crawls over to take a peek over his shoulder]

Beautiful Work

Really?

It's Not Something The Well-born Have To Think About Either. A Mercy Of Min'Ara's.

I'm Sure I Mentioned Her Before?

Also, why do all their names have an apostrophe?

That's Just The Way It Translates. Many Of The Sovereigns Names Have A Distinct Way They Stop Mid-Word. I'm Sure Hyphens Would Work Just As Well For Some.

You in the mood for breakfast?

Sure, I Could Eat.

What Would You Be Making If You Were Just Cooking For Yourself?

I Love Chocolate And I'd Be Honored To Participate.

[He gets up out of the bed, stretching his legs and arms before putting on a pair of slippers and walking to the kitchen]

[She picks up on the soft scratching of graphite before her eyes can open. It's a strange rhythm that doesn't feel as staccato as writing. She waits and listens for a few moments before curiosity gets the better of her, opening her eyes just enough to see a sliver.]

Her tail betrays her level of alertness, gently curling up over her hip and swaying like a happy cat's]

[His voice is raspy and still coated with sleep, as if he didn't even bother with properly waking up; to preoccupied with sketching to even freshen up]

Bit By A Creative Bug?

I guess you could say that...

[She continues watching him, curiously. Deciding it's best to wait for him to finish whatever he's working on before anything else.]

Like This?

Tilt your head slightly to the left...

[He reaches out and gently tilts her head the correct way. His touch is so soft, you'd question if he even touched you at all]

Will I Get To See When You're Done?

[He goes back to his sketchbook, creating feather-like strokes and heavy-handed values for shadows, occasionally looking back up at her before looking back at his sketch]

[She remains statuesque while he works]

Why Am I Not Surprised That Gets You Going?

Are... are you singing Hold Back The Rain?

[She doesn't physically shrug, still holding pose for him]

[He continues occasionally looking back at her and then back at his paper]

[She rattles off the synonyms casually]

... What was the spire like?

[There's self-derision and shame in her tone]

[She shrugs her high shoulder, the first physical movement she's made since he positioned her head just the way he wanted]

Wanna take a look?

[She crawls over to take a peek over his shoulder]

Beautiful Work

Really?

It's Not Something The Well-born Have To Think About Either. A Mercy Of Min'Ara's.

I'm Sure I Mentioned Her Before?

Also, why do all their names have an apostrophe?

That's Just The Way It Translates. Many Of The Sovereigns Names Have A Distinct Way They Stop Mid-Word. I'm Sure Hyphens Would Work Just As Well For Some.

You in the mood for breakfast?

Sure, I Could Eat.

What Would You Be Making If You Were Just Cooking For Yourself?

then david gets ripped from asher and he’s left to sit in all the time they wasted being too afraid to initiate anything

[She picks up on the soft scratching of graphite before her eyes can open. It's a strange rhythm that doesn't feel as staccato as writing. She waits and listens for a few moments before curiosity gets the better of her, opening her eyes just enough to see a sliver.]

Her tail betrays her level of alertness, gently curling up over her hip and swaying like a happy cat's]

[His voice is raspy and still coated with sleep, as if he didn't even bother with properly waking up; to preoccupied with sketching to even freshen up]

Bit By A Creative Bug?

I guess you could say that...

[She continues watching him, curiously. Deciding it's best to wait for him to finish whatever he's working on before anything else.]

Like This?

Tilt your head slightly to the left...

[He reaches out and gently tilts her head the correct way. His touch is so soft, you'd question if he even touched you at all]

Will I Get To See When You're Done?

[He goes back to his sketchbook, creating feather-like strokes and heavy-handed values for shadows, occasionally looking back up at her before looking back at his sketch]

[She remains statuesque while he works]

Why Am I Not Surprised That Gets You Going?

Are... are you singing Hold Back The Rain?

[She doesn't physically shrug, still holding pose for him]

[He continues occasionally looking back at her and then back at his paper]

[She rattles off the synonyms casually]

... What was the spire like?

[There's self-derision and shame in her tone]

[She shrugs her high shoulder, the first physical movement she's made since he positioned her head just the way he wanted]

Wanna take a look?

[She crawls over to take a peek over his shoulder]

Beautiful Work

Really?

It's Not Something The Well-born Have To Think About Either. A Mercy Of Min'Ara's.

I'm Sure I Mentioned Her Before?

Also, why do all their names have an apostrophe?

That's Just The Way It Translates. Many Of The Sovereigns Names Have A Distinct Way They Stop Mid-Word. I'm Sure Hyphens Would Work Just As Well For Some.

You in the mood for breakfast?

Sure, I Could Eat.

What Would You Be Making If You Were Just Cooking For Yourself?

[She picks up on the soft scratching of graphite before her eyes can open. It's a strange rhythm that doesn't feel as staccato as writing. She waits and listens for a few moments before curiosity gets the better of her, opening her eyes just enough to see a sliver.]

Her tail betrays her level of alertness, gently curling up over her hip and swaying like a happy cat's]

[His voice is raspy and still coated with sleep, as if he didn't even bother with properly waking up; to preoccupied with sketching to even freshen up]

Bit By A Creative Bug?

I guess you could say that...

[She continues watching him, curiously. Deciding it's best to wait for him to finish whatever he's working on before anything else.]

Like This?

Tilt your head slightly to the left...

[He reaches out and gently tilts her head the correct way. His touch is so soft, you'd question if he even touched you at all]

Will I Get To See When You're Done?

[He goes back to his sketchbook, creating feather-like strokes and heavy-handed values for shadows, occasionally looking back up at her before looking back at his sketch]

[She remains statuesque while he works]

Why Am I Not Surprised That Gets You Going?

Are... are you singing Hold Back The Rain?

[She doesn't physically shrug, still holding pose for him]

[He continues occasionally looking back at her and then back at his paper]

[She rattles off the synonyms casually]

... What was the spire like?

[There's self-derision and shame in her tone]

[She shrugs her high shoulder, the first physical movement she's made since he positioned her head just the way he wanted]

Wanna take a look?

[She crawls over to take a peek over his shoulder]

Beautiful Work

Really?

It's Not Something The Well-born Have To Think About Either. A Mercy Of Min'Ara's.

I'm Sure I Mentioned Her Before?

Also, why do all their names have an apostrophe?

That's Just The Way It Translates. Many Of The Sovereigns Names Have A Distinct Way They Stop Mid-Word. I'm Sure Hyphens Would Work Just As Well For Some.

You in the mood for breakfast?

Sure, I Could Eat.

(This does include verbal tea)

Yeah, we've known for a while

Oh did you not want me to tell people?

Fidgety, sure, but I'm not autistic.

Did Gabe not know? Did he not say anything about it?

And no, he didn't say anything, he just said I was my own person and left it at that.

This is so out of character, I'm supposed to be the obtuse one

Plenty of people. You can't just throw together traits and say I'm something I'm not.

Putting a label on it doesn't have to mean anything, but if you don't want it or align yourself with it, I'll step off. Promise