10-10-2018, 04:48 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She couldn't say that she didn't feel the same way. However, she didn't have a name for it. For all she knew, she was sick, her symptoms flaring whenever she was in Benny's presence. So, should she even really be here with him now? But as she thought about it, she didn't want to leave. Even with the butterflies in her stomach and the flushing of her face under her fur, she thought the idea was silly. It wasn't how illness worked, at least not to her knowledge. She wasn't sure how her thoughts had ran off so much, and as she turned her attention back towards the fox, her chest suddenly felt light.
Just like everyone else, he was above her. But he was different. While she listened to what everyone else said just because she felt she had to, if he ever asked something of her, she would happily do it. She cared what others thought about her, but the thought of him disliking her was enough to make her ache. She wanted him to think highly of her, even though she knew that was unlikely. Things like that weren't meant for slaves.
A puzzled expression on her face, she tilts her head, an unspoken question on her lips. She's hesitant, but finally gives in to her curiosity. "What's that? A date?" she had never heard of whatever that was. She didn't know much about relationships in general.
Cosette's nose scrunches up at the contact, giggling. "Anything's better than sand and cacti." she replies with a smile. She nearly winces at his movement towards her, taken by surprise, but she quickly calms when she realizes what he was doing. A waterlily, still somewhat wet, now sat between her ear and head, her face brightening. She averts her eyes, suddenly shy. She wasn't used to such attention.
Just like everyone else, he was above her. But he was different. While she listened to what everyone else said just because she felt she had to, if he ever asked something of her, she would happily do it. She cared what others thought about her, but the thought of him disliking her was enough to make her ache. She wanted him to think highly of her, even though she knew that was unlikely. Things like that weren't meant for slaves.
A puzzled expression on her face, she tilts her head, an unspoken question on her lips. She's hesitant, but finally gives in to her curiosity. "What's that? A date?" she had never heard of whatever that was. She didn't know much about relationships in general.
Cosette's nose scrunches up at the contact, giggling. "Anything's better than sand and cacti." she replies with a smile. She nearly winces at his movement towards her, taken by surprise, but she quickly calms when she realizes what he was doing. A waterlily, still somewhat wet, now sat between her ear and head, her face brightening. She averts her eyes, suddenly shy. She wasn't used to such attention.