Thoughts of
that woman
storm into my head. Beautiful white hair, brown eyes flashing orange with shifter
instinct
.
Well dressed, tall, strong
force of a werewolf
that had suddenly thrown herself into my path. Into my
attempts
to just... be, here.
In
her
city
...
> Would she... know if I visited here? Would they report it to her? And payment... don’t banks have lists of transactions? Sorry. No different from me. To protect myself, or... Maybe... not that much, for one of our kind, actually... If my intense reactions so far, even as an outsider in this body, would amount to anything... then I somewhat understand why they would be that way. Sometimes the things we resist most stubbornly are exactly what we need. Partner... no, a friend? Both... maybe. <
Glowing blue
eyes looked up at me as I floated above it. Too
vulnerable feeling
to share the same ground with the mystical representation of a creature I’d given name to, even in my own soul.
Especially when it’s not
arguing
back with me.