Befriends Animals

I don’t really know any other way to say this...but I don’t know how much farther this blog can go. I see potential rp partners with no way my muse can interact with them. I try to focus on developing Karen, but I can’t really find ways to put her out there; nothing comes to me. Constructing AUs takes work that I don’t have the energy to do anymore, after all the work I put into another oc. And how many people were interested in rp-ing with me anyway? Two? Maybe three?

To be frank, all this blog really does to me anymore is make me sad, reminding me of how my writing comes up short and of the great threads I could be doing if only I knew how. All Karen really did was react, and she brought nothing interesting to the table; with who she is, I don’t know how to fix it. She’d have to really change, and I don’t know if I want her to. Maybe she just isn’t the kind of oc who can be roleplayed with.

SIGHT

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.

HEARING

crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and ac units. a phone call to mom/dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower.ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH

being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggies. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE

coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

SMELL

morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke. hair spray. your favourite shampoo/conditioner. the scent of home. perfume. cologne. mint. something burning. wet dogs. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different.

🌊 Blow a kiss 🐟 Kiss cheek 🌊 Confess 🐟 Leave them 

A peculiar mixture of solace and melancholiness hung in a mass at the back of his throat, tying his chest up at its dissonance. Bruce released a breath captive for far too long before bringing a pectoral fin up at Karen’s shoulder and returning the embrace. The shark leaned in a bit closer, offering whatever warmth or comfort he could provide. Perhaps in the back of his mind, the driven fury against such anglers flared up, but the human before him quelled its wrath. This wasn’t about them at the moment. This was about Karen. She needed his attention, not the killers on the boat.

“I’m so sorry ye ‘ad to see that,” Bruce said solemnly. “And I’m sorry I didn’t come ‘ere sooner to have ye ‘void bein’ so scared.” So strange, a human feeling so terrified for his well-being that she be moved to tears. It was enough to fog up the great white’s own eyes. “You okay?”

The distraught teen only huddled closer to Bruce when she felt his fin wrap around her. She attempted to squeak out a few words, but there were none left. There had never been such a strong fear in her for someone else’s life before; no one had ever been in that kind of danger. Unfortunately, Karen’s friend happened to be a highly targeted shark species, its conservation status “vulnerable”, as she recently discovered. Another sorrow was that even though her friend was safe, others still lost their lives.

A storm of questions and worries flurried through Bruce’s mind at typhoon speed; was it some terrible that happened at school? Someone bullied her, and just went too far? Her father? Was he still alive? Did something happen? It was too much to hold in, but the shark quelled his own anxiety for Karen’s sake especially at the state in which she currently was.

“‘f course I’m ‘ere,” the great white answered, angling his head at just the right position so Bruce could gaze at the human embracing him through one blue eye. “Did I take too long t’ come back?” he continued, worry sinking into his chest and churning his gut violently.

“Did somethin’ ‘appen when I was gone?” Had he not been there for Karen at a time when she needed him most? What did he miss?

Karen didn’t want to talk about it; she didn’t want to play that scene out one more time in her mind-- it was already so hard to forgot. However, she owed the shark an explanation, since she was worrying him so much. With her parents, the poor teen was inconsolable, and perhaps Bruce could offer her some comfort that only he could give her.

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