*It takes him a few moments to puzzle out what exactly she's asking--what springs to mind are the typical platitudes that you might offer to any woman, like beautiful or stunning or lovely, but obviously that doesn't really apply here. The wolf is striking, certainly, but it's not beautiful in the same way a woman is, and certainly not in the same way she is.*
You go all dark gray, actually, with some black. I believe your eyes must stay the same color, though.
*It's the truth. She can remember it, remember it all--how good it felt, after almost a hundred transformations spent a mad and muzzled thing tearing itself apart on the walls of its cage. How right it felt for the wolf to finally be free to do what it was made to do. What she was made to do.*
Very sweet.
*And right on the coattails of that, she lifts his knuckles to her lips and kisses them.*
You know I've got coffee with Remus on Thursday. You don't mind, do you?
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You go all dark gray, actually, with some black. I believe your eyes must stay the same color, though.
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Hm, makes sense.
I've never seen it. Of course I am generally Occupied.
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*It's the truth. She can remember it, remember it all--how good it felt, after almost a hundred transformations spent a mad and muzzled thing tearing itself apart on the walls of its cage. How right it felt for the wolf to finally be free to do what it was made to do. What she was made to do.*
Very sweet.
*And right on the coattails of that, she lifts his knuckles to her lips and kisses them.*
You know I've got coffee with Remus on Thursday. You don't mind, do you?
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