The Grigori couldn’t taste feelings the same way The Little Fox could, so it was sometimes difficult to tell if someone were lying or not—especially if they were inclined to believe their own brand of horse piss. Even so, he did not think The Little Fox was genuinely disinclined towards his presence. “Perhaps because I chose not to,” he said, sounding as if he didn’t know. He couldn’t be certain, after all. He was not of this world, and therefore, perhaps the creature who’d woven The Little Fox as he was had not taken grigori into consideration. But he’d never actually tried either, none-to-entirely inclined to make his presence known to his favorite Earthen creature. Until now. So it was possible that while he was hidden from him—muted in his own way—that anything he felt, that The Little Fox could sense from him, was drab at best.
“Or, perhaps I was too untethered to this plane to have been much more than a tickle in your ear, Fox.” How would The Little Fox react if The Grigori could feed him? What would he taste like? Like the stars The Grigori fed on? Ambrosia? Nectar of the heavens? Or something entirely rotten?
If The Grigori could know his mind—and he couldn’t—he would tell him that, no, this certainly wasn’t his first time in a humanoid form taking liberties. It was just the first time in a human form; well, as human as he could manage, at any rate. But he couldn’t, so it didn’t matter.
The Grigori hummed at his response on the matter of teasing. His hands were stilled; his chin resting on The Little Fox’s shoulder. “Would you rather tease me then?” he wondered aloud. “You’re such a fickle thing today... and grouchy. And hardly doing anything about it at all.” He sighed finally and sat back against the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. Magenta hues started upwards at the ceiling.
The Little Fox wasn’t really responding. Sure, his body reacted a bit—he’d growled. Hardly interesting. And he was angry in his own way; which was better than depressed and despondent. But The Grigori wanted him to be spurred to do something more than... he was so unhappy. He really didn’t mind a little unhappiness, but not to the point of...
...what was the word? Words?
Given up—yes. He’d given up. A rut. And The Grigori didn’t like his Little Fox being one of those.
“You’re the most interesting thing I’ve come across in quite a long time, you know?” he said more to himself once more. “Going about as if it’s game, but at the same time as if existence can always provide you with something infinitely more fascinating to toy with.” He huffed. “You haven’t even seen the whole world yet... and you’re acting as if you have—as if it has nothing left to provide you with.” He shut his eyes and let his body relax a moment because it felt good to do that. “You’ve lost...” He trailed off, not sure if he had a name for it. Because child-like wonder was a silly way to describe it and didn’t fit at all. “...something,” he finally said, because there wasn’t a word or words for it. That thing that made The Grigori come back again and again—watching The Little Fox as he went about life as if it always had something better or fascinating to provide him with.
“Or, perhaps I was too untethered to this plane to have been much more than a tickle in your ear, Fox.” How would The Little Fox react if The Grigori could feed him? What would he taste like? Like the stars The Grigori fed on? Ambrosia? Nectar of the heavens? Or something entirely rotten?
If The Grigori could know his mind—and he couldn’t—he would tell him that, no, this certainly wasn’t his first time in a humanoid form taking liberties. It was just the first time in a human form; well, as human as he could manage, at any rate. But he couldn’t, so it didn’t matter.
The Grigori hummed at his response on the matter of teasing. His hands were stilled; his chin resting on The Little Fox’s shoulder. “Would you rather tease me then?” he wondered aloud. “You’re such a fickle thing today... and grouchy. And hardly doing anything about it at all.” He sighed finally and sat back against the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. Magenta hues started upwards at the ceiling.
The Little Fox wasn’t really responding. Sure, his body reacted a bit—he’d growled. Hardly interesting. And he was angry in his own way; which was better than depressed and despondent. But The Grigori wanted him to be spurred to do something more than... he was so unhappy. He really didn’t mind a little unhappiness, but not to the point of...
...what was the word? Words?
Given up—yes. He’d given up. A rut. And The Grigori didn’t like his Little Fox being one of those.
“You’re the most interesting thing I’ve come across in quite a long time, you know?” he said more to himself once more. “Going about as if it’s game, but at the same time as if existence can always provide you with something infinitely more fascinating to toy with.” He huffed. “You haven’t even seen the whole world yet... and you’re acting as if you have—as if it has nothing left to provide you with.” He shut his eyes and let his body relax a moment because it felt good to do that. “You’ve lost...” He trailed off, not sure if he had a name for it. Because child-like wonder was a silly way to describe it and didn’t fit at all. “...something,” he finally said, because there wasn’t a word or words for it. That thing that made The Grigori come back again and again—watching The Little Fox as he went about life as if it always had something better or fascinating to provide him with.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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