Notice Me, Senpai [Cass & Death]
Aug 22, 2014 1:07:19 GMT -5
Post by Death on Aug 22, 2014 1:07:19 GMT -5
[googlefont="Finger Paint:400"]Tiger Hanson
still
palm against the brow
furry
roan
horse
white star on brow
pretty
horse
out of hand
carrot
sugar
feed
hay
grass
b r o k e n c h i l d
After petting the horse, Tiger sat down on a square hay bale, her hands in her lap. This was the third horse stall she'd mucked out today. She'd had school. She still had homework. Dishes and woman's chores that the boys couldn't be bothered with and momma was too weak to do.
But work was her escape. Horses didn't judge her scars or her way of talking to people or her silence. Oftentimes, the horses liked the silence, rather than the cooing so many of her coworkers made. She liked the horses' often silence. Maybe it was just their lack of words. They would nicker softly or snort or paw the ground or whinny.
Yes, she liked the horses. Much better than Tigers. Better than tigers that stole your daddy and carved your back over with claws that were always hungry always hungry always hungry always hungry.
"Shit," she murmured under her breath as she got to her feet. "Damn headaches back."
She swayed slightly as blackness threatened to envelope her vision before deciding it would let her keep her sight. She strode out of the stall, pushing herself into the corridor and... straight into a man. A young man. Young. Taller.
"Get the hell outta my way," she barks, pushing him again, only this time with her hands. She gets a better glimpse of him. Of his face.
Oh my Ripred. Shit, he was handsome strapping hot sexy tall gorgeous older.
She back-pedaled. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you were some other idiot. My bad."
palm against the brow
furry
roan
horse
white star on brow
pretty
horse
out of hand
carrot
sugar
feed
hay
grass
b r o k e n c h i l d
After petting the horse, Tiger sat down on a square hay bale, her hands in her lap. This was the third horse stall she'd mucked out today. She'd had school. She still had homework. Dishes and woman's chores that the boys couldn't be bothered with and momma was too weak to do.
But work was her escape. Horses didn't judge her scars or her way of talking to people or her silence. Oftentimes, the horses liked the silence, rather than the cooing so many of her coworkers made. She liked the horses' often silence. Maybe it was just their lack of words. They would nicker softly or snort or paw the ground or whinny.
Yes, she liked the horses. Much better than Tigers. Better than tigers that stole your daddy and carved your back over with claws that were always hungry always hungry always hungry always hungry.
"Shit," she murmured under her breath as she got to her feet. "Damn headaches back."
She swayed slightly as blackness threatened to envelope her vision before deciding it would let her keep her sight. She strode out of the stall, pushing herself into the corridor and... straight into a man. A young man. Young. Taller.
"Get the hell outta my way," she barks, pushing him again, only this time with her hands. She gets a better glimpse of him. Of his face.
Oh my Ripred. Shit, he was handsome strapping hot sexy tall gorgeous older.
She back-pedaled. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you were some other idiot. My bad."