YOU'VE GOT COLD, DEAD EYES-
You should've paid closer attention, but it'll have to be reserved for another day. She never catches your gaze once. Regret gives way to annoyance, bringing along a growing tightness in the lower corner of your right eye. You'd rather just tell her to leave you alone than you would care to interact with her at this time; your muscles ache, your mind tires, it'd give you the slightest amount of pleasure to know that you sent her upon her way with no intentions of returning.
You don't like her face anyway, the way she looks at you like she's going to find something waiting for her. Prowling eyes are met with a hard stare as your shoulder joint rolls, momentarily concealing the look you're digging back into her with behind a mass of feathers. They recoil in a final stretch for you to expose the full grandeur of yourself. The pose you make for her is pitiful at best, drawing yourself into a more expressed position with a single lifted front leg, head careened to the heavens, and tail extended, the end lightly curled for accent. The smirk you fire in her direction has been crafted with false flirtation. 'F- you,' sent without words.
"Is there something you see that you like?" Teasing words for her welcome. You don't care about her, you don't care that she addresses you as a stranger as if it will add some sort of discomfort to the situation that you likely won't think twice about her. If anything, you will be gone by morning, and this woman with her personal graffiti shall be non-existent in your conscious. "That's exactly who I am."
A cold selection spoken with fake sincerity, pulling a thin smile as you turn to face her directly, and cover ground to make your way past her for the pond. While you'd never admit to going out of your way to avoid another, you do take the express care to find yourself out of her immediate reach by a small distance. As far as you are concerned, you are not to be touched by those you consider lower than yourself.
And well, you're definitely higher on the food chain than some strange mare who paints upon herself.
You never peel yourself off of her, watching with the slightest bit of amusement as the moonlight catches a reflection upon her feeble drawings. "Isn't that who we're all supposed to be?" Satisfaction is served to you upon petite plates as you continue with your taunts, a smug look perched on your pretty face. "Not everyone has to know everyone," you whisper to her, squinting with arrogant confidence as you assure her.
Cool water begins to climb your lower legs. A shiver runs down your spine, and brings you a small start. "Why do you find it so important to paint all over yourself? Are you trying to be the art?" It comes out almost like a compliment, not one intended with being something nice, but at least a lazy attempt. You send it her way from under your left wing, lifted partially so that your head might come around and stare at her, neck out-stretched, ears turned back. Your lower jaw rolls forward slightly so that you make the idea of blowing her a kiss. "You shouldn't try to be something that you already aren't." Hope it hurts.
@Leto / speaks / i'm so sorry this took so long to get back to you! i've been super depressed with this seasonal change, and finally starting to feel better. super excited to get back to this, hope you don't mind that he's in a bad mood and kinda a butthole.
