cigarettes and feelings | asvini

Her brow had gently lifted, hearing the other child- not.. quite child speak. Had she known the feelings that Ivan held for her, perhaps she would have spat on him in distaste. Pity was not something that Asvini needed from another- the strength together in discussion and comfortable venting was different in her mind. The child's tail twitched, and she sighed gently. However, as his offer, her eyes shifted towards the house. Cold. That was the word she used to associate with herself. She was comparing herself, at least, to the warmth of family she had known. But now, it was gone. Was she cold, now?

She shook the thought off. That was for later.

She opened her mouth, gently responding with a quiet voice. "A walk.. doesn't sound terrible." She responded. Asvini gently moved down towards him, to join up side to side with him. "I was only stuck in there because.. of that headache. It was killing me." She murmured softly. The strange twist in her stomach as she said that, she opened up- it was strange. Something she wasn't used to but.. maybe she could get used to it.

"speech"

[glow=black,2,300]BREAK THE [abbr=click for info]SILENCE[/abbr]; DAMN THE DARK[/glow]