He moves and the odd floundering going on in her head settles in response, assured now that he's --
No. No. She can't reach out and hold him there or beg him to take her with him, body and brain not cooperating with each other, let alone Something's wishes. She couldn't even begin to start explaining why she felt it so intensely. Maybe for that reason, it's good at she can do nothing more than strain her eyeball to the very edge of her vision, trying to see him or at least where he was going. Why wouldn't he wait for her? Why wouldn't he stay?
You promised! You liar!
Something groans into the mattress, too buried and immobile to make the vicious complaints that she wants to, or the pathetic cries for...someone? The question catches something offguard enough that her temper starts to fizzle out, leaving her to think and do more waiting during the nothingness. It doesn't last long. Her stubborn streak kicks in and has her fighting against her body with a renewed focus. Maybe that "someone" would elude her, but she can still reach him, surely.
It's exhausting. There's a few minutes where she lets the ache get the better of her, and she falls into something almost like sleep could be for something like her. It's over before she knows it when the man comes back, giving her something new to want to bite him over. That had been better than the endless waiting, minutes and thoughts alike crawling like ants. Why did he have to disturb it? That wouldn't have happened if he hadn't left in the first place.
Her griping is quieted at the gentle, soothing touch. She's not cured of her bad mood, of course, and she tries to convey that with a growl, since a glare is currently impossible. Not having more than the barest trickle of air to work with, it comes out as a single click scraped over her vocal cords. Something starts struggling against herself again and is pleased to find that even though it's still difficult, her work from earlier has made it so that her muscles have relaxed enough again that she can turn her head to the side and give him a drowsy blink of an eye. No urge left to sink her teeth into him and tear him apart as punishment, even if she can tell now that he smells more tantalizing now than before. Maybe it's just from how she'd been "sleeping", but something is almost...pouting?]
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No. No. She can't reach out and hold him there or beg him to take her with him, body and brain not cooperating with each other, let alone Something's wishes. She couldn't even begin to start explaining why she felt it so intensely. Maybe for that reason, it's good at she can do nothing more than strain her eyeball to the very edge of her vision, trying to see him or at least where he was going. Why wouldn't he wait for her? Why wouldn't he stay?
You promised! You liar!
Something groans into the mattress, too buried and immobile to make the vicious complaints that she wants to, or the pathetic cries for...someone? The question catches something offguard enough that her temper starts to fizzle out, leaving her to think and do more waiting during the nothingness. It doesn't last long. Her stubborn streak kicks in and has her fighting against her body with a renewed focus. Maybe that "someone" would elude her, but she can still reach him, surely.
It's exhausting. There's a few minutes where she lets the ache get the better of her, and she falls into something almost like sleep could be for something like her. It's over before she knows it when the man comes back, giving her something new to want to bite him over. That had been better than the endless waiting, minutes and thoughts alike crawling like ants. Why did he have to disturb it? That wouldn't have happened if he hadn't left in the first place.
Her griping is quieted at the gentle, soothing touch. She's not cured of her bad mood, of course, and she tries to convey that with a growl, since a glare is currently impossible. Not having more than the barest trickle of air to work with, it comes out as a single click scraped over her vocal cords. Something starts struggling against herself again and is pleased to find that even though it's still difficult, her work from earlier has made it so that her muscles have relaxed enough again that she can turn her head to the side and give him a drowsy blink of an eye. No urge left to sink her teeth into him and tear him apart as punishment, even if she can tell now that he smells more tantalizing now than before. Maybe it's just from how she'd been "sleeping", but something is almost...pouting?]